Prowler

There it was again, the creak of wood bending under stress. Gina wanted to pull back the curtain and peer out into the dark, but a cold fear was holding her back. Three houses on the row had been broken into recently. Mrs Ganley two doors up had been assaulted; punched and kicked to the floor. She crept into the kitchen and slid a carving knife from the block. Somebody was at the back door. She held her breath. The cat-flap lifted and Bosco slid into the room. A shrill laugh escaped Gina’s lips. Outside something clunked to the floor.


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