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Last Call
I missed my calling. I was disassembling the sofa-bed, attempting to rescue a stray Quaver, when I heard it passing my flat. I was so startled that I jumped and became entangled in the bed release mechanism. The sound of my calling started to fade as I tried to wrestle free, the springs jabbing into my arm.
I’d always resented this sofa-bed, and the excuse it offered people to avoid my bedroom; now it was taking my future as well. I snapped and hurled myself away, leaving bits of skin and taking bits of sofa-bed with me.
Liberty! I ran down the street after my calling, but it was too late. All I could make out was a faint echo. At least I know I’m not supposed to be a duck.
I never did find that Quaver.
