SF Drabble #4 “Anecdote As Told In An Outpatient Plastic Surgeon’s Waiting Room”

We had a breakin, did I tell you? Two weeks ago. Ion and I weren’t home, thank god: the children had a recital at school. When we landed in the carport, the police were standing in the yard. Some illegal burned through one of the back windows and went straight for the pantry. The police sergeant said the house robot was still holding the body by the neck when they got there. It must have been cleaning the kitchen when he came in. Trying to steal food, with all my jewelry upstairs… and Ion’s paper money collection! Can you imagine?

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