Minute
January 20, 2010She had grown used to tapping at the glass with the pads of her fingers, half hoping for a response, half hoping no one would raise the blinds and see her there. Over her shoulder, the moon rose, casting her shadow against the wall of the house.
She leaned her ear against the siding, listening for the heartbeats inside. In a minute, she thought. In just a minute.
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