“No I don’t think it is a jilted lover!”
“I don’t have any lover!” Sally declared with an embarrassed look flooding her cheeks.
Sheesh! I came here to make a report, not to have an autopsy of my celibacy, she thinks.
“No it’s not a mad, jealous wife out to scare the Bejesus out of me.” “I just said that I don’t have a lover.” She reiterated.
“Family? They are hundreds of miles away.”
“I doubt if my brother will leave his wife and kids and drive up hundreds of miles everyday to leave flowers at my door and disappear.”
“My mum doesn’t get around that much due to her hip problem.” She wasn’t even sure that the officer was paying attention.
After the thousand and one questions and answers the officer said:
“Well Ma’am, we don’t have enough information to go out on.”
He tried to keep a straight face and not show his boredom. There were serious attacks all over the city and the little Miss here complains about an over zealous admirer sending her too many flowers and expecting a patrol to go out on a limb to catch the flower stalker and to hold her hands.
“Just keep your eyes open and your doors safely locked, he advised.” His tone bearing a dismissal note.
Irritated at the condescending attitude of the police officer, Sally left and decided to take some precautions.
She purchased a can of mace, a bowl, some milk, tuna and a can of soup for dinner.
Her new stray cat would require a bowl.
Deep in thought she made her way home.
There he was yet again, the neighbour across the street. In his little shorts, bare chest and the beach towel slung around his neck, puffing away on the patio.
She pointedly kept a straight face and tried to ignore his low whistle of admiration.
Does he do something else with his life? She pondered to herself.
Up the apartments quiet flight of stairs and as sure as gold, there it was. Yet another bouquet, but no longer did the message sound like the previous ones.
This time around it’s cut out alphabets read:
Now I have got you! Now am gonna eat you!
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
The link for the first part of this post is here
The Daily Post prompt An odd trio.
Today, you can write about whatever you what — but your post must include, in whatever role you see fit, a cat, a bowl of soup, and a beach towel.