29 Words
Terrified I cowered deep in closet.
He was coming.
My panic increased with each passing second.
The door opened!!
His words became audible.
"Gotcha!"
"Perfume!"
"A DEAD give away."
29 words. No repetitions won 9th place
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2010
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