Slow Seconds
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Sasha sat tight as the seconds counted, each feeling like an eternity. She watched as the officer walked closer, his utility belt gleaming in the early morning light.
He’d fitted his cap tight over his head, its visor blocking most of his visage, his eyes included. Cold authority issued from him with each of his steps. One thing was sure: Sasha wouldn’t be making it to her interview today.
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