Chan parked in the long driveway of Stenton’s Lurline Drive mansion, behind a beat-up Chevy Deluxe. The rusty car had to be ten-years-old. It wasn’t the kind of vehicle you’d expect to find in a millionaire’s driveway.
Must be company, Chan thought, suddenly uneasy.
His unease grew as he approached the front door. It stood ajar. Chan stuck his head inside, looking and listening. From somewhere in the bowels of the home, he could hear yelling. It would go for short bursts, then silence. He couldn’t make out the words.
Chan drew his revolver and stepped cautiously inside.
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Aloha #WriterSunday. I hope your weekend is happy and safe so far. Today’s #WritingPrompt is
visitor
Use it to inspire a piece of writing, and then post that piece either on your own page and link back to me, as a comment below. I would love to read it : )
