Arpith Siromoney 💬

Larsson’s Style

There was a tap at the door at five in the morning. She woke up. Shit. Now what? She’d fallen asleep with her Palm Tungsten T3 in her hand. It would take only a moment to smash it against the wall and shove the battery up the nose of whoever was out there annoying her. She went to the door. “I know you’re home,” he said.

A pleasant re-read.