Night is falling. I’m at home; trying to find a scary movie …none interest me very much. It’s dark outside now, I’m alone and bored. I have unlimited Internet access, endless cable channels, two full-stocked fridges, movies, DVDs and CDs galore and, if I get really desperate; dogs to play with. Yet I find myself laying on the couch, staring up at the ceiling, wishing that dumb boy would get his act together and call me already.
BAM! A rock hits my kitchen window loudly and amazingly doesn’t break it. I roll off the couch and hit the floor, scrambling up just in time to duck as a second, bigger rock comes hurtling through the glass.
“What the hell?!” I whisper to myself, heart racing as I fight off the first wave of panic. I wait a few minutes in silence before moving to the kitchen, moving around the glass to take a look at the shattered window. I pick up the rock and tip toe to the front door. I turn off the porch light, unlock the door and quietly step outside.
…damn gophers…
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