Pocket Size Stories

No Return

The back door opening woke me up in the night. I grabbed my gun, rushing downstairs. In the kitchen, a slight figure rifled through the refrigerator.

“Hands up!”

She turned, eyes desperate.

“Please don't shoot!”

“Heavens alive, child, what are you doing?”

“I'm starving. Mom’s dead—Dad won't feed me. I need help!”

“You could have knocked.”

I put the gun aside and led her to the table. We agreed to call the police. Charges were filed—not against her. Case workers arrived.

She clung to me. I lived alone, a childless widower. Adopting her was simple and profound. It changed everything.

Words: 100.
Written for Rachel's Beatles Challenge.
Chosen song: Get Back

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