A short story.

The phone rang.
He picked up.
A known voice from far
Without being formal
Only informed:
"Wrote a story short...
See this month's Space",

"Okay, I will..."

He stated.
Before him was Space,
Latest edition.
He looked at the illustration -
a door, two people,
And red bold alphabets.

He heard rustle of leaves.
He felt the sky touching him.

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