The lightning shines the dark and gloomy skies. Then BOOM!! Goes the thunder seconds behind it. It repeats continuously. Mickey stands in her living room watching the rain pound the dirt beneath it into submission.
She takes a sip of her hot earl grey and takes in a deep breath, “Perfect,” she sighs, anxiously.
She takes a sip of her hot earl grey and takes in a deep breath, “Perfect,” she sighs, anxiously.
Mickey makes her way to her chocolate love seat and reaches for her control to turn on the television. News reports of breaking weather fill the slots.
“Wendy Vice here for Channel 6. Gary, this is the third tree on this block alone that has fallen over and taken out the power lines on Baker Street. The strong gust of wind and heavy rain are making...” The news continued.
“Baker? That’s about three blocks down from where we are,” Mickey said to herself letting her mind run wild with unlikely scenarios. She stands back up and looks out the window again. The darkness has consumed the neighborhood. The barks of dogs faintly fill the air but are dominated by the wind and thunder. The only spec of light is that of the lightning.
As she makes her way back to the couch, there is a knock on the door. And for no reason, her heart sinks into her stomach.
It knocks again a second time. She saw no one come up the sidewalk, but then again, it is pitch black out. Mickey made her way to the door and stood there until the third knock startled her into motion.
She looked out the peephole.
There stood a tall being in black.
Unconsciously, she reached for the locks and opened the door.
The man stood there, his face hidden by the shadows of the skies. She looked past the man towards the street. Parked on the curb was a greenish 69’ mustang.
“Can I help you?” Mickey asked through the screen door, holding to the latch.
“Just making my rounds, ma ’mm,” he held a clipboard in his slim hand, “Sign here,” he handed her the board.
“Sign for what? I haven’t ordered a thing,” she remarked.
“I just know what’s on the paper. Please sign,” he calmly repeated.
“No, you have the wrong house,” Mickey began to close the door.
“Now wait just one second, ma ‘mm. I have the right house. Now look, I’m out and about in this pouring- “Mickey shut the door. She locked it and looked out the peephole. He stood there looking back at her, as if to see her through the peephole.
“Ma’am, just sign. It’s raining, I’m wet. I’ve got others to see” he said, “Please just accept it,”
Suddenly a loud crash came from outside. Her power went out.
The man knocked on her door.
“Go away!” she yelled.
“Can’t do that,” he replied.
“I’m calling the cops,” She retorted with the hopes he would leave.
“Go ahead, they’ll be here soon anyway. There’s a nasty wind a-coming,” he stated.
She reached for her cellphone, but it had no signal. She threw it on the floor, flustered.
“Meds? Come here, boy,” she called out to her Doberman, but he was nowhere to be seen. She now found it odd that he wasn’t losing his shit at the sight of stranger at the door. He was an aggressive and unusually loud dog, foe and allies alike.
He knocked again, but the knock was ignored by Mickey as she looked for her dog.
“Meds?” she made her way to the kitchen slash dining room area of her small home,” I need my Meds. Where you at?” she called out. The knock was now faint.
“Persistent,” she thought out loud, “I’ll give him that,”
She stumbled over his favorite chew toy once she made her way to the bedroom. She looked under the bed, and there he was.
“Meds, come out,” she reached for him, but he only backed away and growled.
“Fine, you big baby,” she was getting ready to walk around the other side of the bed when the man begin to pound the door.
“We’re late!” he yelled, “Sign now, ma ‘mm” Meds growled and whimpered with fear.
Damn this man Mickey thought.
She made her way back to the door and yanked it open, “Fuck off!” she exclaimed.
“Sign,” he said, “No one ever wants to sign,” he handed her the clipboard.
She opened the screen door, at a loss, and grabbed the clipboard and signed away without looking.
The man took it back and was ready to turn away as he looked down at his board.
“My package?” she asked confused.
He looked back at her confused, “Meds?”
“Excuse me?” she asked
“You’re not- “he stopped, “Well, look-ey here. This wasn’t for you, I mean I have the right house, but you’re not- “he laughed, “Classic mix up” he walked away and shook his head in amusement.
“Hello? Give me the package I just signed for,” Mickey said.
“It’s not for you, ma ‘mm. Sorry for your loss,” He made his way down the street and to the next house.
“Of time?” she yelled back but was blocked by the roaring of thunder. Confused, Mickey closed the screen door. The wind seemed to follow the man. It picked up and all that could be heard was rain, branches snapping and the heavy rustling of leaves hitting the ground below them. The rumbling grew louder.
She nervously made her way to the room, as Mickey is terrified of extreme weather. The more noise and chaotic it looked outside, the faster her heart raced with fear and paranoia.
She reached under the bed where she last saw Meds, but he didn’t move or make a sound. She dragged him out from under the bed and his body limped like a wet noodle.
He was life-less.
“Wendy Vice here for Channel 6. Gary, this is the third tree on this block alone that has fallen over and taken out the power lines on Baker Street. The strong gust of wind and heavy rain are making...” The news continued.
“Baker? That’s about three blocks down from where we are,” Mickey said to herself letting her mind run wild with unlikely scenarios. She stands back up and looks out the window again. The darkness has consumed the neighborhood. The barks of dogs faintly fill the air but are dominated by the wind and thunder. The only spec of light is that of the lightning.
As she makes her way back to the couch, there is a knock on the door. And for no reason, her heart sinks into her stomach.
It knocks again a second time. She saw no one come up the sidewalk, but then again, it is pitch black out. Mickey made her way to the door and stood there until the third knock startled her into motion.
She looked out the peephole.
There stood a tall being in black.
Unconsciously, she reached for the locks and opened the door.
The man stood there, his face hidden by the shadows of the skies. She looked past the man towards the street. Parked on the curb was a greenish 69’ mustang.
“Can I help you?” Mickey asked through the screen door, holding to the latch.
“Just making my rounds, ma ’mm,” he held a clipboard in his slim hand, “Sign here,” he handed her the board.
“Sign for what? I haven’t ordered a thing,” she remarked.
“I just know what’s on the paper. Please sign,” he calmly repeated.
“No, you have the wrong house,” Mickey began to close the door.
“Now wait just one second, ma ‘mm. I have the right house. Now look, I’m out and about in this pouring- “Mickey shut the door. She locked it and looked out the peephole. He stood there looking back at her, as if to see her through the peephole.
“Ma’am, just sign. It’s raining, I’m wet. I’ve got others to see” he said, “Please just accept it,”
Suddenly a loud crash came from outside. Her power went out.
The man knocked on her door.
“Go away!” she yelled.
“Can’t do that,” he replied.
“I’m calling the cops,” She retorted with the hopes he would leave.
“Go ahead, they’ll be here soon anyway. There’s a nasty wind a-coming,” he stated.
She reached for her cellphone, but it had no signal. She threw it on the floor, flustered.
“Meds? Come here, boy,” she called out to her Doberman, but he was nowhere to be seen. She now found it odd that he wasn’t losing his shit at the sight of stranger at the door. He was an aggressive and unusually loud dog, foe and allies alike.
He knocked again, but the knock was ignored by Mickey as she looked for her dog.
“Meds?” she made her way to the kitchen slash dining room area of her small home,” I need my Meds. Where you at?” she called out. The knock was now faint.
“Persistent,” she thought out loud, “I’ll give him that,”
She stumbled over his favorite chew toy once she made her way to the bedroom. She looked under the bed, and there he was.
“Meds, come out,” she reached for him, but he only backed away and growled.
“Fine, you big baby,” she was getting ready to walk around the other side of the bed when the man begin to pound the door.
“We’re late!” he yelled, “Sign now, ma ‘mm” Meds growled and whimpered with fear.
Damn this man Mickey thought.
She made her way back to the door and yanked it open, “Fuck off!” she exclaimed.
“Sign,” he said, “No one ever wants to sign,” he handed her the clipboard.
She opened the screen door, at a loss, and grabbed the clipboard and signed away without looking.
The man took it back and was ready to turn away as he looked down at his board.
“My package?” she asked confused.
He looked back at her confused, “Meds?”
“Excuse me?” she asked
“You’re not- “he stopped, “Well, look-ey here. This wasn’t for you, I mean I have the right house, but you’re not- “he laughed, “Classic mix up” he walked away and shook his head in amusement.
“Hello? Give me the package I just signed for,” Mickey said.
“It’s not for you, ma ‘mm. Sorry for your loss,” He made his way down the street and to the next house.
“Of time?” she yelled back but was blocked by the roaring of thunder. Confused, Mickey closed the screen door. The wind seemed to follow the man. It picked up and all that could be heard was rain, branches snapping and the heavy rustling of leaves hitting the ground below them. The rumbling grew louder.
She nervously made her way to the room, as Mickey is terrified of extreme weather. The more noise and chaotic it looked outside, the faster her heart raced with fear and paranoia.
She reached under the bed where she last saw Meds, but he didn’t move or make a sound. She dragged him out from under the bed and his body limped like a wet noodle.
He was life-less.
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