SF Drabble #133 “They’re Coming To Take Me Away”

She had fallen asleep on the couch, and when she woke up with a start, it was as if someone had parked half a dozen trucks on the lawn with their headlights on hi-beam and pointed right through the front window. She was still processing that when the banging on the front door started.

“Who’s there, what do you want?!”

She considered calling the police, but it was always possible that it was the police. “Go away! Fuck off!”

They were banging on the back door too. When the banging on the roof started, she knew it wasn’t the police.

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