by Mr. W
His fingers trembled on the door handle as he stepped into the clear night air. He had expected the Tests to be positive, yes. Self-conscious, he took his left hand from his mouth.
He’d felt prepared. He sipped the air; his lungs ached. But Mr. and Mrs. Test had just been the sunniest people.
Again he breathed, deeper. It really was a shame about all that carbon monoxide.