Hello friends, curious about the outcome, I couldn’t resist writing a sequel to last week’s FF: The Helpline Number but I think (and hope) this works as a standalone story as well. As usual thank you for your indulgence 🙂
“Yes?” The portly neighbor’s eyes glistened.
“I’m locked out.” She said. “Could you call a carpenter?”
“At this time?” He opened the door.
She backed away.
But she wouldn’t call him.
His house was spic and span. Not a crease out of place. Just the way he liked it. Yet everything looked cold, clinical.
He gave the cushion a restless twitch.
His breath caught.
What if she needed it?
What did he care?
She had walked out.
Why the hell wasn’t she picking her phone?
“How careless can you be?” He brandished her inhaler.
She burrowed into him.