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The clamor in the auditorium hushed and the whirling lights darkened. The last contestant on the floor faced three doors. “I choose that one,” Patrice pointed a bruised hand towards the middle door. “Are you sure?” The announcer’s voice soared above the sudden roar of the crowd. “The Middle Door brings certain death. You might survive…

“Dammit!” Karen threw her bag on the kitchen counter. “What’s wrong?” Justin rushed in carrying glasses and an empty plate. “I meant to get a spare set of keys made for my dad. He’s coming to visit, and I screwed up.” “Honey, he’s been here since three.” “But he just got out of prison. I…

The car careened across three lanes. I swerved to avoid an orange barricade, and the wheels screeched in protest. “Merge here and then turn left,” Mark shouted. “Where?” I tried to keep frantic eyes on the road and follow his pointing finger. “Right there,” He cried. “You mean at the ‘No Left Turn’ sign?” “Yes!”…

“Another day, another 79 cents to your dollar,” Marla collapsed onto the couch and threw her arms over her face. “I know, honey,” Robert moved her legs, sat down beside her, and started rubbing her feet. “Now how about I go into the kitchen and make you a sandwich?” “Okay, what do you want?” She cracked…