Flash
fiction. 100 words exactly.
Home
all alone.
Cheryl heard it again.
A noise
was coming from downstairs. She hid behind the door grasping a coat hanger for
defence and listened again for the noise.
There
was definitely someone in the house.
She buried
her face into the dressing-gown hanging on a hook on the back of the door, she shut
her eyes suddenly remembering her mobile was charging on the hall table. What now?
The
sound of footsteps appeared to be getting closer…
She
peered through the crack in the old oak door…
Cheryl let
out a sigh of relief… It was just Jasper
the family dog.
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