Running late today. Woke up late. Went to the chiropractor. Had errands to run. Bathroom and fur-peep scrubbings to do. And began the rewrites to Killer Stilettos.
Anyway, here is scene 12. PLEASE NOTE: This has not been edited. It will be at a later date for publication.
Hugs and chocolate,
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THE HOUSE ON MENDOCINO STREET
Maddie stuffed the creepy coin into her robe pocket with the other one and peered through the bedroom window, scanning for the bald Spanish man. Early morning fog misted through the backyard, blocking whoever might be out there.
She glanced at her daughter's Little Mermaid digital clock. It flashed a red 6:37 AM. The sun would be up soon. Bob would be up as well.
What sounded like a front door slamming shut, came from the front of the house. Bob’s voice followed, booming out a few expletives. “Maddie! Where’s Niki!? There’s dog crap on the garage door and my truck again!” This was the third time this week.
Maddie jumped and then shut Niki's window. She watched her daughter get on all fours and crawl under her bed.
Bob stomped through the house and stopped at Niki's bedroom door. “Where is your little angel? I know she's the one doing this. The little brat!”
Maddie blinked her eyes twice. She couldn't believe Bob behaved this way toward her daughter. “Niki wouldn't do such thing!” She stepped into the doorway blocking him from entering. A thought stumbled into her mind, I need to get my ducks in a row and leave this idiot. I need a plan.
“There you go again! You're always coddling her! Always!”
Something crashed to the floor in the living room.
“What the f---?” Bob spun and made his way to the living room.
Maddie followed in his wake.
Every golfing trophy Bob owned laid in a heap smashed to smithereens in the middle of the living room.
© Shelly Arkon 2013