Cindy sat up in bed, she was sweating and gasping for breath. She looked around disoriented.
“Where am I?”
And then she remembered, and began to cry.
In situations like this she would talk to her cats, but one was dead and the other missing. She couldn’t talk to her dead husband because the last time she saw him he looked like a scarecrow version of Freddie Kruger. What could she do? Last night she’d had a nightmare, that was the only explanation for what she saw. It horrified her though.
“Dear lord help me escape from Kansas.” she prayed as she swung her legs off the bed.
I think I’ve lost my passion for storm chasing, she said to herself. She padded into the kitchen to start of some coffee, when there was a knock at the door. Cindy froze, almost afraid to answer.
“Hello, is anybody there?” shouted a normal sounding voice.
Pulling her robe tightly around her, Cindy opened the door to a jolly chubby lady.
“Oh sorry, I’m an earlier riser, I disturbed you. I’ll some back later.”
“No please come in, won’t you have some coffee with me.”
“Well if you insist” said the visitor, holding a pie out in front of her. “How about apple pie to go with it?”
Cindy made coffee while listening to the cheerful chatter of her visitor. She turned around to put the cups on the table and screamed, dropping them on the floor, scalding her legs as she did so.
“Oh dear god this can’t be happening.” she said as she looked a the painted face of a scarecrow sitting at the kitchen table.
“Am I having a nervous breakdown?” she asked herself.
Her visitor didn’t move, just sat at the table smiling.
Cindy picked up her phone and dialed 911, not knowing if she needed and ambulance or the police. No one answered. How could that be?
The scarecrow sitting at the table stood up and floated towards her, arms outstretched. Cindy fled, snatching the car keys off the counter top as she went. She didn’t look a the back yard for fear of what waited for her there?
She opened the car door and thrust the keys in the ignition. Thank god, it started first time. She reversed out of the garage, not looking behind her, not seeing what bounced off her car and crunched under her wheels. She didn’t want to know. She just wanted to get away.
Watch out for my first novel ‘Dead of July’, which will be published for human consumption in the fall.