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“The chime of the times.” Malcolm smirked at Emily as he reached for the bellpull.
Emily bit back a groan. The non-stop puns needed to stop. Groaning or commenting only encouraged him.
Swinging the clapper back and forth with the chain, he sung “Ding, dong, the witch is dead.”
“I’m most certainly am not!”
Emily and Malcolm both jumped back as the red door opened to the oldest woman they had ever met, and looking unmistakably related to the both of them.
(words 82; first published July 10, 2022 – from a picture prompt for a Facebook writing group. Aim is about 50 words)