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Thursday, 8:02 AM

Daksh finished his swim and started toweling. Whistling, he gelled and slicked his damp hair to a spike. He felt a lump on his head but ignored it. He winked at his reflection in the mirror.

The ancient wall-mounted telephone rang.

No one was nearby. Daksh picked up the receiver.

“Daksh?” a raspy voice queried.

“Yes. Who is this?”

“Don’t speak any further. I’m your future self… You need to escape this place…evil engulfing…only chance…”

“Hello….”

Crack! His world went black.

Thursday, 8:02 AM

Daksh finished his swim and started toweling. He felt a lump on his head.

The phone started ringing.

“Daksh?”

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Note: This is written in response to the weekly Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

Word Count: 100

Image Credit: J. Hardy Carroll

Find other fantastic entries to the challenge here.

 

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