Part 1 – Intruder
She could feel his breath on the back of her neck. She felt the shift in the air as soon as he stepped inside. She had to think, while she had this tiny, secret moment. If she failed, she’d be proving all the naysayers right. The family members who said she had no business living alone, especially somewhere so remote. That she’d come running back to mommy soon enough.
Should she run? Somehow try and contact the authorities via her laptop without his noticing? Then she saw it, the silver letter opener, it’s shiny handle sticking out from under the stack of mail. She exhaled softly as she slowly moved her hand toward it, until her fingers were wrapped around its handle. She squared her shoulders, took another deep breath, then, with a guttural cry, jumped from the floor and swung her body toward him in one fell swoop, aiming for his neck.
Later, as the man lay bleeding on her living room floor, she went outside and sat on the porch, remembering the look of fear and surprise in his eyes, and smiled. She could see the red and blue lights through the trees.