THE LOST LIBRARY CARD
You have lost your library card. Don’t go into the bedroom again. You have already searched it thoroughly. Try the kitchen. You know the card can’t possibly be there, but nevertheless, take a look. It isn’t, of course, not even in the high cupboard which has never to your knowledge been opened until this minute when you open it. No library card, but perched alone on a single saucer is one of those plastic Easter eggs, a green one, normally used for containing a few jelly beans or some chocolate coins wrapped in gold foil. You pick it up and pop it open. A tiny cloud of green mist rises. You swoon, stagger, fall. You wake up in a dome of woven twigs. You hear a sigh from somewhere behind you. You turn your head to look. There she is. You die.
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