Sting
“I know it’s a busy street, but in my driveway? I’m already in a mood, because I was looking forward to seeing Ryan again. He guaranteed that I’d see him again today. His words. And yet, no handsome fisherman in my café. It’s enough to make me want to scream and devour the nearest block of chocolate. I park on the street and get out to inspect the mystery car closer.When I spy the neatly trimmed hedge out front, weeds and clippings piled high in the back of the vehicle, I let out a long breath. ...Perhaps this is not as sinister as the conclusion I’ve jumped to. Did Gabs organise a tradesman to tidy up? That sweet woman is always doing things for me.I unlatch the gate to the backyard and it glides open like a dream. What the fruitcake?What sounds like a snore or a snort, comes from the back veranda. I look around for some kind of weapon, grabbing my broom, which is leant against the back of the carport. What am I going to do? Brush them to death?I sneak along the path, creep up the timber steps, and nearly die at the sight before me.Holy sharks!MoreLess
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