C16 Phony Photoshoot

DESTINY

There was someone in the house. James had left for work so I was sure it couldn’t be him. I clutched my phone to my chest uncertain if I should call the police. Where I grew up the police never got there on time anyway, so I decided not to. I mean, I wasn’t a coward, and I could defend myself if I had to.

Armed with a heavy statue – a bust of some woman – I snuck down the stairs