Fellow Crooked Cat author, Ailsa Abraham, is running a competion here with prizes. I decided it was time to take a break from the seriousness of reality. Here’s my attempt:
The stranger standing at her gate asked how much her house was worth.
“The asking price is half a million.”
“It looks perfect for us. Location, size everything. Could I have a look inside?”
She should have sent the woman to the agent, but she seemed pleasant enough. And maybe they’d be able to cut the agent’s fee.
“Certainly. Follow me.”
The stranger wiped her feet on the mat. All very proper and good. She looked all round the house, asking suitable questions and looking suitably impressed. They exchanged names and phone numbers. The stranger promised to get back to her after speaking with her husband.
The next day there was a robbery. A police officer checked the house. “No sign of a break-in. Could the robber have had a key?”
She looked for the spare key, on the shelf by the front door. It wasn’t there. She found the piece of paper on which the stranger had written her name and phone number.
The police officer took the paper, gave one look and slowly shook his head. “Oh dear. You didn’t fall for that one, did you?”
She took back the paper and read the name. Roberta Getzklotz.