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"Note" (2020)

  • Writer: bucky
    bucky
  • Mar 16, 2024
  • 2 min read

š–“š–”š–™š–Š;⁣


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An oppressive headache greeted Donna as she woke. Confusing dreams left the thirty-two year old exhausted despite her rest, disoriented and sluggish as she squinted at the clock blinking 9:30am on her bedside table. Ugh. Time for pancakes.⁣


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But upon entering the kitchen, glancing out across the adjacent living room of her apartment, Donna's slate grey eyes landed on a most jarring, neon sight.⁣


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Lurid pink, yellow and green squares littered Donna's lounge, stuck haphazardly to furniture and walls. The notes were scrawled in black ink... in handwriting that š™¬š™–š™Øš™£ā€™š™© hers. ⁣


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"į—ŖOį‘Ž'T TEį’Ŗį’Ŗ TᕼE į’Ŗį—©į‘Žį—Ŗį’ŖOᖇᗪ."⁣


"į—ÆE į‘ŽEEį—Ŗ į—°Eį—©T."⁣


"ᕼEį’Ŗį’ŖO, Tį–‡Eį—©į‘•į’ŖE!"⁣


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Half a shopping list, the beginning of a thought, an ominous greeting. Was it a dumb prank pulled by her boorish brother? Intruders? She'd heard stories of deranged individuals taking up residence in people's attics. Was it one of those? Donna's sleep-addled mind whirred through a thousand possibilities before she grabbed her phone to desperately tap a concerned text to her best friend.⁣


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Within an hour and a half, Donna's closest friend, Theresa, had arrived to save the day. One doctors appointment, a carbon monoxide detector and a terse call to the landlord had confirmed that the mysterious notes were most likely left by Donna herself. A mild case of monoxide poisoning had caused her to scrawl confused notes in ragged letters leaving no memory of her night-time tryst. ⁣


The following day, leak discovered, fixed and the apartment deemed safe, Donna was back, safely ensconced in her post-it and carbon monoxide-free home. That night, she slept better than she had in š˜øš˜¦š˜¦š˜¬š˜“.⁣


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When 9:30am blinked the following morning, Donna was already half-way to the kitchen. Pancakes. Finally, pancakes.⁣


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But upon entering the kitchen, glancing out across the adjacent living room of her apartment, Donna's slate grey eyes landed on a most jarring, neon sight.⁣


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š˜ˆ š˜“š˜Ŗš˜Æš˜Øš˜­š˜¦ š˜Æš˜°š˜µš˜¦, š˜“š˜µš˜¶š˜¤š˜¬ š˜µš˜° š˜µš˜©š˜¦ š˜¤š˜¦š˜Æš˜µš˜³š˜¦ š˜°š˜§ š˜µš˜©š˜¦ š˜øš˜¢š˜­š˜­.⁣


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"į—ÆE'į–‡E ᔕTIį’Ŗį’Ŗ ᕼEį–‡E..."⁣


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Originally written and shared as part of Verbuary 2020: https://tinyurl.com/ucprdf9w

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