Tuesday, 7 July 2015
It as dark by the time I returned.
Tired and exhausted I literally collapsed on the sofa even before turning on the lights.
But my relaxing mode was short lived when sound of utensils falling reverberated in the house , forming sweat drops on my forehead.
Taking cautious steps I switched on the light and opened the main door again getting prepared to face the intruder.
And that’s when a soft furry feel caressed my toes, staring straight into my eyes, the house owner's kitten, as if clarifying it wasn’t him but the hunger which was the real thief.
Linking up the post with Five Sentence Fiction - Thief
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