By Scott L Vannatter – 100 Words
Timeris sat on the old wooden rocker at the pine table on the front porch of his new home. He rocked slowly back and forth. No hurry. Just watching.
The front door across the street was open again. Timeris mentally ticked off the time. This was the fourth time this week the widow had left her front door open. Seven minutes each time. Almost like clockwork.
“I will have to visit Mrs. Appleton soon about this time. Yes, I think I really should make that a point.”
He thought of the fun they could have, well him, she’d be dead.