Hello to my dear readers:)

I apologise for the overwhelming influx of micro fictions you’ve been getting recently. As of right now, I am overseas, so posts will be delayed and shorter because of my incredibly poor internet connection:((( It will return to normal from February, though!

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She found the spare key on her kitchen counter one morning, glinting in the sunlight.
She lived alone. She was sure of it.

At first, she assumed she’d forgotten—misplaced it, set it down without thinking. But each day, the key appeared somewhere new. On the windowsill. By the sink. Once, tucked neatly beneath her pillow.

She started locking her bedroom door at night.

On the fourth night, she woke to the sound of metal scraping softly against the lock. Careful. Patient.

In the morning, the spare key was gone.

Her bedroom door stood open.

And the front door was locked from the inside.

Signing off..