The Clicking Fan
Act 1 The phone rang at six in the morning. Ray was already awake. He lay on his back on the mattress with no box spring, just the frame and the slats. The mattress was thin and had a stain near the foot that looked like a handprint. He did not move when the phone rang. It rang three times. Then it stopped. He sat up and rubbed his face. The room was small. Maybe twelve by twelve feet. There...
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