…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