Next time I’ll be ready.
That’s what I told myself.
The next time I would be ready for them.
They weren’t going to have it so easy the next time around.
I was going to be ready.
Ready when they came through the door.
Ready when they walked through the house.
I would wait for them.
I would have a plan.
And they will walk straight into it.
If you enjoyed this story please don’t hesitate to follow my blog for more!
Follow me on twitter! @Rtillyflash
Categories: flash fiction