Tag Archives: Fred Skolnik

Waiting

She sat in the chair waiting. Let it come, she thought. I am prepared for every eventuality, and when it comes I will not be surprised. Nonetheless, she was tense, apprehensive, alert, and when the doorbell rang her blood froze. … Continue reading

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The Factory

People wondered what went on behind the great door of the factory. It presented a bland face. It emitted no sounds. No steam issued from its chimneys. In the upper story it had round, blackened windows, though it had been … Continue reading

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