Fred's House

"...never mind," you say. "Let's just go."

Fred looks at you oddly for a moment, then turns and leads you towards his house. You look around nervously, half expecting policemen to spring out of the pavement to arrest you for breaking the leash laws, but nothing happens in the few minutes it takes to reach his door. The bag of groceries is lying on its side, and about half it's contents are scattered on the sidewalk. It is a mess, but it looks like most of the contents are reasonably intact. And the key is in the lock, just as Fred says.

You turn it. The door opens easily, and Fred bounds through.

"Thanks! Man, it felt like I was stuck out there for ages!" he exclaims. He turns and starts nudging the door back closed. "Help yourself to the groceries, like I said - I gotta get online!"

Written by Robin Z

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