A man on a motorcycle stopped in front of Sharon’s house. She watched from the window as he slid off the bike. He was wearing dark pants, boots and a dark leather jacket. When he pulled the helmet off, he revealed long dark hair and an unruly bushy beard.
When he turned to look towards the house she ducked out of sight.
She was shaking as she tried to find her cell phone in her pocketbook, hoping that today she would have a signal and that she’d remembered to charge it recently. As she floundered for the device, she could hear his heavy footsteps coming up the creaky front steps and crossing the porch.
Sharon wasn’t a religious woman but she made the sign of the cross and fervently prayed for God to protect her from whatever was waiting for her on the other side of the front door.
There was a knock. She froze, holding her breath.
He knocked again. “Hello? Is there anyone here?” a gruff voice called. She reached into her purse to look for her cellphone again and still couldn’t find it. Crap! I left it at work! she thought.
Sharon remembered that she had a Google Talk account and could call for help from her laptop in her bedroom. Sharon inched towards the stairs.
The motorcyclist knocked on the door twice. There was a pause then the doorknob start to turn. Sharon froze. Her mother had warned her about living alone in the country. Why hadn’t she listened?
The door creaked open. “Hello? Is anyone here?”
She looked around for anything she could use as a weapon. The only thing she could find was a silver letter opener she’d gotten when she graduated from secretarial school.
When the man stepped into the house she panicked and ran at him, the letter opener held out in front of her. He jumped back and she stumbled then fell into the wall. The man reached down to help her stand up.
“Don’t hurt me!” Sharon yelled as she menacingly lunged the letter opener at him.
The man laughed then held up a police badge. “Lt. Anderson. Your mother called and asked for a courtesy welfare check to see if you were okay.”
Sharon sighed with relief and let the officer help her up. He took the letter holder from her as she said, “I thought you were a murderer. You have to admit, you don’t look much like a cop.”
“That’s because I’m not.” He laughed at the look of surprise on her face then used the letter opener to stab her in the stomach several times. As she fell to the floor, he said, “You should have trusted your instincts.”
He grabbed her car keys from the table in the foyer then ran out of the house. She heard him pick up the police radio. “There’s a dead cop down on Briar Lane and one woman dead at 17 Fiddler’s Road. And I’m the one who done it,” he said then laughed maniacally.
He dropped the radio then dashed over to Sharon’s car. He unlocked the door and got inside. The last thing Sharon heard was the hum of her car as he pulled out of the driveway.
Moral: Always listen to your mother.
Word Prompt: motorcycle, Google, unruly