“Disguise in love with you!”
They did it every night when John got home.
“Why the funny voice?” Lea giggled.
“John, you’re scaring me”
She opened the door, just a little. A man in a hoodie barged his way in and thumped the lightswitch plunging the flat into darkness.
“Get out” yelled Lea.
He lowered his hood and shone a torch from beneath his chin.
“I said I’d find you Lea”
What the hell do you want Mike?”
“Stupid question Lea. I’m collecting what’s mine”
“Lea, knock-knock sweetheart!”
John unlocked the door.
Lea was nowhere to be seen.
Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo is by J Hardy Carroll