A short story…

…for Sadje’s What Do You See? picture prompt.



I rang the doorbell. Nothing. I rang it again. Still nothing.

How strange. Jenny was always in on Monday evenings, and she’d invited me round for coffee.

I walked to the glass door at the back. It was eerily dark inside, just a glimmer of light coming from the stairwell.

Her cat jumped from a chair and strolled in my direction. He stopped, tilted his head to one side and let out a sombre meow.

Something wasn’t right.

I heard something rustling a shrub to my side. My blood ran cold. But it was just a curious fox. It stared at me, motionless. one paw raised.

I tried calling her phone. It went to voicemail. 

I suddenly felt something prodding my back. “Don’t move”, said a menacing voice, “I’m armed”. I was terrified, but I had to do something, so I spun around and grabbed the gun….well, actually it was a finger, Jenny’s middle finger! She started roaring with laughter.

“That wasn’t funny,” I said, “you could have given me a heart attack. Where were you anyway?”

“Just popped out for a pint of milk,” she said. “Coffee?”



Image credit: Digital Solacism @Unsplash

17 thoughts on “A short story…

  1. Sadje Sep 12, 2022 / 14:13

    This is marvelous Keith. You’ve built the suspense so well. Thanks for joining in

    Liked by 1 person

  2. ~just a thought Sep 12, 2022 / 18:00

    Right up MY alley (I love a good mystery, and have even read some of those cat mysteries….I believe they’re called cozies).
    Nice work!


      • ~just a thought Sep 13, 2022 / 22:36

        Of course! I’m happy to have added a little extra.


  3. beth Sep 13, 2022 / 00:39

    yikes! I have startle response so this could have been loud! great ending

    Liked by 1 person

  4. judeitakali Sep 17, 2022 / 05:14

    Great tension


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