There is a boy outside. I see his shadow against my wall. I shake my husband awake, allowing fear to narrate my thoughts.
He’s coming up our walk now. Did I remember to lock our doors? My husband creeps down the steps and I sit on the landing, staring at the bedroom doors of my sleeping children. The doorbell rings and I nearly leap from my skin. He’s standing under our harsh porch light. I see the bloody eye, the bruise rising from his temple.
“We had an accident. Phone’s busted. My mom’s hurt real bad. Could you please call 911?”
The Moral Mondays prompt is JUDGE NOT, LEST YOU BE JUDGED.
16 thoughts on “Boy”
This causes a mixture of emotions to well up in my heart
Mine too. Sad world that we live in. Thanks for reading!
Nice switch up from perceived evil to harmless event.
Wonderful take on the prompt. She expects the worse, but he only needs their help!
The tension in this story is suffocating. When we left fear control our psyche the worst can happen to innocent people. Thankfully she and her husband didn’t act on irrational impulse.
A great take on the prompt!
Thank goodness they weren’t the shoot first ask questions later kind of folks. Thank you!
Lovely build up of tension Jenn, well done..
Thanks! I enjoyed your take as well.
Love the build-up of tension and how it is totally unjustified in the end. Great writing!
Wonderful story, Jenn! You really had the reader going all the way to the end.
I appreciate that!
Great suspense. It always pays to take caution.