Two Times Thirty Equals More

A couple more stories with exactly thirty words.

Nightlife

There was a noise. A soft metallic noise. He gazed. Nothing. Was that some movement? The dark made him unsure. He could not hide forever. Was that noise getting closer?

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Weeping

They were arguing again. Upstairs. I listened, amused. He domineering; she feisty, relenting. Then something new. A thud. And crying. Tears so silent they were barely discernible. I ashamed, wondering.