The party was a success. Ursula scans the wreckage and shudders.
“This is the last time I’m feeding my free-loading friends,” she mutters. Her cat slinks out from underneath the sofa.
“Meow,” Sputnik complains arching her back.
“Come to Mama, pretty girl. What’s this on your tail?”
‘You’re dead meat, Urs,’ the scrawled note reads.
Ursula remembers locking the door. Paranoid, she checks again.
But Spider wasn’t here…
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Oh man!!!
Now that made me paranoid
Well played Tess!!
Cool post. Wasn’t paranoid some kind of camera?
Nice one Tess
Spooky!
I started to sweat when I really thought about the possibilities, Naomi. Ack.
Well done, Tess! Just because one is paranoid, doesn’t mean someone isn’t after them!
I’m glad I don’t have anything to be paranoid about…my nerves couldn’t handle it.
That just gave me shivers, well done!
Glad it gave you the shivers NY. You can’t imagine how badly I react to strong wind and bad weather. Ugh.
Ooh, scary.
It’s not paranoia, if they’re really out to get you
What if you just found out and are not sure if you’ve locked them in or out? Doesn’t bear thinking about.