It had been a long day, and she was tired. There was such relief when she arrived home.
As soon as she went in, she knew all was not well.
She looked around in a panic to see if anything had been taken. Something had definitely been moved. She wasn’t sure what, but she was certain that her objects were not where she left them this morning. What? What was it? Why had it been moved?
She lifted up the shinys, prodded the rounds, shifted, checked, rechecked. Everything seemed to be accounted for. That left only two questions: who had come in to move things, and why?
She returned to the entrance and looked out. This was going to be a battle of wits. But she could be patient, cunning.
She went to a nearby tree to watch. The intruder would be back. All she wanted to do was sleep, but this offence could not be left unchallenged. She shifted from foot to foot to keep herself alert.
The wind gusted and the shinys fluttered.
Writing begun 23-04-23 | 175 words