It had been weeks since I visited Henrietta. To soothe my guilt, I picked up her favorite sparkling wine. At ninety, she wasn’t a fine wine drinker. Five bucks would do. I purchased her favorite dark chocolates too.
I could see bright lights on in the kitchen. She usually kept them on low.
She’d say, “I have a budget, you know.”
Finally, Henrietta opened the door. She seemed dazed.
“Hi Henrietta,” I said.
“Who are you?”
She grabbed the Gazela and slammed the door.
Curiously, I peered through the window.
Behind the huge spiderweb, lurked a man’s shadow.
Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100 words
Photo Prompt:©Victor & Sarah Potter
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