I’m posting late today. Woke up feeling yucky this morning and had to get my sick self to work. Took a nap when I got home. After, I got up, made dinner, ate, and cleaned up. So I’m feeling okay to write something this evening.
Four more days until Halloween.
PLEASE NOTE: This hasn’t been edited.
Hugs and chocolate,
You can follow the sequence of the story below:
THE HOUSE ON MENDOCINO STREET
Maddie turned her van right, rounding the corner to Mendocino Street. A strange, bald man was going through her mailbox, pulling out her mail. Bob’s truck was gone.
She floored the gas pedal and raced toward her driveway, barely missing the guy.
The mail thief jumped out of the way, hands flailing in the air, mail flying everywhere. It most definitely wasn’t the mailman. Nor did he fit Niki’s description of an older man with bushy eyebrows.
Maddie shoved her stick shift into park, swung open the van door, and jumped out. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She dashed toward him, pulling out her cell phone. Her fingers fumbled out nine-one-one.
The man stepped back, tripping over his own feet, falling backwards. He rolled over onto all fours and got to his feet.
“Mommy!” Niki yelled from the large open living room window.
Maddie shot her eyes toward the window where her daughter stood alone.
The mail thief took this as his cue to run.
Maddie didn’t care and slapped her cell phone shut. Bob had left her daughter by herself. What was he thinking?
© Shelly Arkon 2013