Young Writers Society

Mina was halfway through her coffee when her phone rang. On the screen was an unfamiliar number. She left it to ring. She really was in no condition to be answering phone calls! When it rang a second time, and a third time, though, she began to worry it was something important.

She dragged the circular icon towards the green answer button.

No one spoke. A wave of noise poured out -- the sounds of people talking loudly, along with some cheering. It sounded familiar. Was that . . . The apartment? Did they ring my number by accident?

Somebody screamed. But then, abruptly, the sounds stopped. There was the clear sound of someone knocking. If this is from the apartment, that means someone else has gone to complain . . . That, or somebody's called the police.

Mina remembered the police-looking figure from earlier.

Mina pushed the button to hang up. She was feeling a little optimistic that maybe, by the time she got back, the noise would have stopped and she could get on with typing up her essay. At the same time, she wondered if the party would just start up again once the door-knocker left . . .

Mina sighed. This was too much thinking work. She looked down at the napkin where she had been slowly working out an argument. Reaching in front of her, she pulled a second napkin from the dispenser, and began to doodle on it a rather tired-looking chicken . . .

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