Nervously, the old lady peered through the window into the darkened, wet street. The radio announced there was yet another killer on the loose, she hoped he would be caught soon. There was a knock at the door. She hobbled across and peered through the peep hole. It was a young man, drenched.
“Can I use your phone? I’ve broken down.”
Elsie thought for a moment.
“No, I’m alone, you’ll have to find someone else”.
The man frowned, turned and continued down the street. Elsie heard shouting, a blood curdling scream then silence. Closing her eyes, she prayed for forgiveness.
This is my entry to the Festival of Drabbles.