Will He Come Back?

Tilly ran to her backdoor and locked it and with trembling hands made herself a cup of tea and sat down at the table. She stared at the door almost expecting it to open and he would walk in again. She should call the police…she should…he might come back tonight…he might come back. How long had he been using her house she had no way of knowing. She closed her eyes seeing again his naked body and the heavy black tattoos what kind of man was he? He might…but he hadn’t touched her…had he taken anything? She got up and ran back to her bedroom…nothing seemed amiss; she checked her jewelry box and the drawers in her wardrobe. The little bit of money was still there…her emergency money. She took it out and counted it…nothing taken.

Back at the table she sat down and finished her cup of tea. How did he know she wouldn’t call the police and how much did he know about her?

Hando had been living in his car for a couple of weeks now. It was in a car park by the sea there were restroom facilities conveniently nearby and a row of snack machines. He took care to move the car daily so as not to attract attention from the police who would occasionally ride through the lot.

Having nothing better to do he’d cased the neighborhood behind the car park; watching the comings and goings he’d settled on Tilly’s house. It hadn’t taken him long to find a spare key under a pot of red geraniums on her back steps. He’d made himself at home there careful not to leave a trace when he left. Now she knew about him it would be easier he reckoned…she would want him to come.

The little money he had was fast dwindling away to nothing but coins. He’d been thinking about going back to the cabin and look for the money…it was there somewhere…Marce had stashed it somewhere. He checked his gas gauge…there just might be enough to get him there and back.

The broken glass crunched under his boots as he walked through the cabin whatever he opened and found empty he threw on the floor. He was getting angry now…where had the bitch put the money. Tossing things out of the kitchen cabinets he came across a tea tin and opened it, there rolled tightly was seven hundred dollars, his face lit up in a smile. It was his he reasoned since she had saved it to get him out of jail. He stuck it deep in his pocket and turned looking around the trashed cabin and smiled…he would be back…one more time.