The Cornish Guest House
“‘Oh!’ It was a fine, sunny March morning and she’d been enjoying watching ‘Homes Under The Hammer’. Instinctively, she rose from her chair in front of the TV and peered out of the net curtains of her tiny bungalow, as if expecting to find a stranger lurking in the front garden.
‘Fortunately, the card wasn’t accepted,’ the policeman explained.
Doris plonked back in the chair. Her hands were trembling so much that she nearly dropped the phone.
‘Are they watching me?’ she whispered, scanning the f...our corners of the room, listening for noises upstairs. She wanted to scream, only she knew that would make it worse. She wanted to summon her neighbour, Sheila, immediately, preferably Sheila’s husband, too. Doris felt alone and really frightened.
‘Don’t be anxious,’ the policeman said. ‘You’re quite safe. They won’t come anywhere near your home.’ He had a gentle voice, warm and kind, very polite, and she felt herself relax a little.
‘Nothing’s been stolen from you and we think we might know who the culprits are.MoreLess
‘Fortunately, the card wasn’t accepted,’ the policeman explained.
Doris plonked back in the chair. Her hands were trembling so much that she nearly dropped the phone.
‘Are they watching me?’ she whispered, scanning the f...our corners of the room, listening for noises upstairs. She wanted to scream, only she knew that would make it worse. She wanted to summon her neighbour, Sheila, immediately, preferably Sheila’s husband, too. Doris felt alone and really frightened.
‘Don’t be anxious,’ the policeman said. ‘You’re quite safe. They won’t come anywhere near your home.’ He had a gentle voice, warm and kind, very polite, and she felt herself relax a little.
‘Nothing’s been stolen from you and we think we might know who the culprits are.MoreLess
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