Today’s sentence: “Where are you?”
It was a typical Sunday afternoon.
The soft gentle music had lulled him and the dog to sleep, whilst the mistress of the house was tapping away on her keyboard enjoying the music, a melodic piano instrumental with a cello accompaniment.
A noise disturbed the dog, which in turn awoke the man prone on the settee.
They heard a voice outside.
Someone was calling for help.
All were up in a shot, the dog leading the way to the door.
Outside, the street was empty.
The man’s voice came again.
‘Where are you?’ she shouted. ‘We’re here to help. Where are you? ‘
A neighbour came out of their house having heard their cries.
‘What’s going on?’
‘Someone’s calling for help! We can hear him, but don’t know where he is.’
All stood silent on the pathway to listen.
With visions of someone having collapsed in their garden, she shouted again
‘Where are you? Can you hear me? ‘
A figure appeared at the end of the fence.
‘Erm, I think that would be me. Sorry folks. I’m just calling my dog.’