I waited all day for delivery. The package landed on my porch late in the afternoon. I watched from inside. A man and a woman pulled up shortly after the truck sped away.
They looked this way and that before strolling to the house as if they belonged.
He picked up the package first. The voltage made him tremble. She saw it for what it was–an ambush–and ran for the car.
I looked this way and that before dragging his body inside. Pick-up was arranged for after dark.
It felt good. One less porch pirate working my territory.
This story is my contribution to “Friday Fictioneers,” a weekly challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff Fields. With the help of a photo prompt to inspire, we’re to write a 100-word story. The photo this week was provided by Jean L. Hays.
If you would like to join in with this encouraging group of writers or read their stories from this week, visit here.