The floorboard creaked. Anna stood. Breath held. Unmoving.


One more step. It’d be within her grasp.






Arm outstretched.


When her hand closed in on it, she felt a familiar tickle.


“Oh God, not now.”


Finally, it would be hers, and now her own body was working against her.


She tried to stifle the sneeze, but it sounded like a bellowing walrus.


Frozen with fear, she stood waiting.


There came a slight moan, a rustling of sheets, and nothing more.


A sigh of relief escaped her lips.


Prize in hand, she fled like a black cat in the moonless night.

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