asleep in the museum. The facts were all there, the building which she worked in had been burnt down, and the museum in which she had been found in, had also suffered an arson attack.
Nobody had asked her what had happened and in a way she was glad. Nobody was going to believe that she had been fighting for her life against some strange fire creature that had tried to rape and kill her.
After the third day while she was relaxing in her house she heard her letter box go. The postman had delivered the usual pointless mail, consisting of companies promising that if you ordered something from them for over ten pounds or so you would have the chance of winning some great free prizes, all of which she knew was complete and utter crap and were sensibly put straight into the bin.
There was one envelope among the pile of junk that did catch her eye. She had never seen an envelope like it, and her attention was immediately drawn to it. The envelope looked to be made of a black liquid metal that reflected her reflection and was covered in a fine silver dust that she imagined moon dust to be like. She took the letter and went inside her sitting room and settled down on her cheap second hand leather sofa. Opening the letter she found a single sheet of white silk and upon this silk in dark red writing was a note addressed to her.
This is what it said:
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Dearest Mandy Quinn,
I am deeply sorry and feel somewhat responsible about the event that happened to you a few days ago. It is hard to keep an eye on every part of my anatomy (especially him) and feel I owe you something of an apology.
I would be grateful to you if you could not go around mentioning what had happened on the said-day. As a reward for keeping stum I will put a large amount of money into your bank account, and also outside I have bought you a small car as a token of goodwill. (You will find the keys in your purse).
You may find that the people around you don’t seem too bothered about the day’s events that caused death and destruction. This is because I have personally sorted it, as I don’t want it to get out about my fiery organ running off like that.
Pleases, please, please, please, keep quiet as I do quite like you and find that when I mention the event to my "said member" he hangs his head in shame and becomes rather embarrassed (It's a good way of keeping him in his place).
If you do start mentioning the event I of course will have to take immediate action and you may well find yourself joining me down here.
Yours faithfully
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The bottom part of the letter had been signed in a black splodge. When Mandy looked closely at this she realised the black splodge had small black legs and tiny transparent wings coming out of it, and was in fact a large squashed black fly.
Mandy then looked inside her purse and found a set of golden car keys that weren’t hers. Looking out of the window she spied a spanking bran new, bright red, Ferria Testerossa.
Going outside she looked around to make sure nobody was watching, then walked over to the car and tried the keys in the door. The lock clicked open. She climbed inside the car (which must have cost a fortune, certainly more money than she had ever seen) and tried the keys in the ignition. The car roared into life.
"Yahoo", she screamed as she put the pedal to the metal and drove off into the warm golden sunset.
THE END
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