The One Man Tent (Part II)
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This the second half of the short story One Man Tent. Read the first half here.
He again began to cross the parking lot. The Oldsmobile was the only vehicle there. He pulled the key chain from his pocket while he walked and ran his fingers over the various keys until he located the right one. At the car door, he missed the keyhole and, fumbling, lost the key. With the flashlight, he found the right key and stabbed it into the keyhole. There was a click and he yanked on the door. It was locked. The car had been unlocked and now he had locked the front door. He abandoned the driver’s door and flung open the back door instead. The flashlight momentarily illuminated the interior—a disarray of clothes, brown bags of food, books, loose leaves of paper, and several potted plants—but the beam suddenly died. Keep reading…




