He was lurking behind me, his breath on my neck as I attempted to wipe the spill. It was yellowing my grandmother’s favorite lace table runner; now, how to bluff myself out of this one. Probably would have been better if I’d torn it since grandmother was the fix-it fairy in the household. My face was flush with fear, and the only thought that soothed me was leaving this greedy man’s house to be back at mine safe and sound. He let out a raspy hiss indicating he had seen what had occurred.
I did not feel safe anymore. Help!
I Write Her 
This is great!
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<3 Thanks, Belladonna!
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This is brilliant Susi! On so many levels! Clever, gripping and disciplined.
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<3 Appreciate that, Carrie! Thanks. :)
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You are welcome. Thank you for writing for us to appreciate.
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Well done, Susi!
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<3 Thank you, Eugenia!
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Most welcome, Susi!💖
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So well written Susi. You’ve used the words so cleverly
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<3 Thanks, Sadje!
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You’re welcome
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Who was this man? Her poor grandmother has him in her home!? I hope she escapes and takes grandmother with her to safety!
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Why the grandfather, of course! I do too but some dysfunctional families just don’t seem to learn. ;)
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Oooh, that sent a chill down my spine. Nicely written.
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I shall take that as a “well done!” :) Thank you, Joyce!
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You should. It was, very much so. Awesome piece again, Susi!
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Nicely done🌹
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<3 Thank you, Joni!
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Excellent!
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<3 Thanks, Cheryl!
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