Literary Force Magazine Literary Force Magazine Volume 2 | Page 84

Today, September the 17th, 1978. 32 year old Arthur Charles would die. The
day when Elizabeth Williams -Charles was going to be Elizabeth Williams once
again.
On the night before, Lester bought me a telephone and gave me directions to
connect it and call him once Arthur left home.
It was 7:45 and Arthur was getting his water bottle ready to go for his jog.
W hen he walked out the door, I rushed to the closet, grabbed the telephone that
was stored in a black plastic bag and did what I was told. Fifteen minutes later, the
phone rang.
*Ring… Ring… Ring… * I was too nervous I could not pick up the phone.
*Ring… Ring... Ring...* it rang again, only this time I picked up.
“Is it done?”
“No”
“Then when?”
“Patience my dear, time is happiness and happiness needs time. If I don’t report
myself to you within twenty minutes, then you need to unplug the telephone and
burn it. Leave no trace“

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