House of Fallen Trees
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Two men have the carcass.
Karen Lewis jolted awake, eyes wide, wondering who had spoken the words. Heart hammering, she gazed around the living room of her condo. She’d fallen asleep on the sofa while watching TV. That much she remembered. The TV was still on, though muted. Blue shadows pranced and chased each other around the ceiling, flickering like the ghosts of flames.
The phone rang loudly — louder, it seemed, than it should have been — giving Karen another start. She stared at it, sitting on a small table across the room, daring it to ring again.
It did.
Eyes darting to the digital clock beside the phone, she saw that it was 12:25 am. Who would be calling at this hour? Maybe Sean?
The thought caused her to leap up and cross the room, snatching the phone from its cradle.
“Hello?”
Static, sounding far away, as though traveling along a crossed line in another state, crackled in her ear. “Hello?” she repeated, raising her voice slightly.