#FlashFictionFriday Elevator Karma (3)

The woman from the elevator stood banging her head against my neighbor’s door.  She was soaking wet, her blouse transparent and wearing a wet paper bag around her waist.  Karmically dressed, I mused, still angry about the.  I opened my door a crack and her eyes widened as she recognized me.  She slumped against the door, laughing uncontrollably until they turned to sobs.  Dammit.  I opened my door fully and motioned for her to enter but she shook her head. 

Finally she spoke, “I’ll just wait for Mrs. Whipson.”

I shook my head, “She left this morning.  She’ll be back Thursday.”

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