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Published by Connor Ludovissy
Previously published by LitFest Magazine. When Naomi is threated, an unlikely hero will spring into action.
Previously published by LitFest Magazine. When Naomi is threated, an unlikely hero will spring into action.

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Published by: Connor Ludovissy on May 08, 2011


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I love Naomi so much. Nobody else in the whole world could make me so happy.We live in a two-bedroom flat
in Detroit. Her landlord doesn’t know I’m here,
so I keep pretty quiet. Mind my own business.
That’s okay. I don’t need anyone
else. I have Naomi.One day, something terrifying happened.
It was about 2 o’
clock on a Saturday and I was still in bed. The television was
tuned to some silly game show. I didn’t
care; I was content with looking out the
window. “I’m sorry, Carrie, but you’re out of luck! Maybe next time,” said the
rotund game show host.Our doorbell rang. I started to jump up and go see who it was, but I could hearNaomi in the kitchen. She would
get it. I laid back down. “Eric! It looks like you’ll be moving on,” shouted the host. Eric was jumping up and down. He reminded me
of a terrier.Naomi greeted someone at the door. I overcame my laziness and finally got outof bed and trotted to the other room. Each room in the flat was painted a differentcolor; I left the pale blue of the bedroom, passed through the dark red of thehallway, and entered into the light green of the den.
Our guest w
as Naomi’s friend Richard, from class. Naomi was finishing her 
nursing degree at the local college. Richard was a tall, slim fellow from upstateNew York. The two were in the kitchen (the only room painted white) gettingsome iced tea.
I don’t care for tea
; I had water. Richard glanced over at me and smiled.
“Hello there!”
I greeted him and went back to my drink. I didn’t care for Richard.
 Something just seemed . . . off.We all sat on the couch and watched TV. After a few minutes, I passed out again.I woke up alone. The television was turned off, and Naomi and Richard werenowhere to be seen.
 Not good,
I thought, and got up to see where they had gone off to. I walked over to the kitchen; two empty glasses sat on the counter. They hadfinished their tea. From where I stood, I could see down the hallway.The bedroom door was closed. I had left it open when I came out.
Very not good.

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