On this stay-at-home-because-we're-sick day, I'm working on my last story. Here's where I'm currently at:
"Part
way up the steps, she paused and listened. All she could hear was the
rhythmic creaking of Ma rocking in the living room. But she was sure
she had heard an out of place squeak—like someone was sneaking in
the back door.
Retracing her path, Cynthia
crept down to the bottom stair and peeked her head around the corner
to the left. Even in the dim firelight Cynthia could see that the back
door was soundly closed and that the lock was in place. She waited a
few more seconds, but when she couldn't pick up on any another strange noises,
Cynthia proceeded to head back up to her freezing, second-story room.
As Cynthia hurriedly pulled
on her nightgown, she heard light steps on the stairway and saw the
slight figure of Ma pass by her ajar door. Ma must have given up on
Pa getting home at a reasonable hour, too. Or else she had just gotten to a
good stopping place in her knitting. Either way, Pa would be coming
home to a cold, silent house."
Suspenseness! Even I'm only guessing at what's coming next! :)
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