"Ugh," she grunted. She was walking down the stairs with two huge bags in her hands. Both her hands are full.
"Are you okay?" someone said, her neighbor.
She looked up, sweating and red-faced, but managed to force out a smile. "Yes, I'm fine."
Her neighbor glanced at her groceries, somehow looked relieved, and said a quick, "Ok," and went back into his own apartment.
She stared at the door in disbelief and then, "Ugh."
She let out another grunt.
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The Short Short Life of a Short Shorts
Fiksi UmumA bunch of short stories randomly written in the midst of rainy days
