“Help! Help!” “Somebody help me!”
The voice of someone screaming for help jolted me out of my evening daydreaming. It sounded like my next door neighbour. I frantically found my door keys, unlocked the door and charged out from my house with my front door left ajar, I aimed towards my neighbour’s house.
Dear Lord!! Discovered her on the porch floor soaked in her own blood! Her hand feebly clenching her stomach to stop her bleeding.
“Help…me…help …… me..” She pleaded, she was losing consciousness. I’ve got to act fast!
“Don’t worry dear, you’ll be fine” I offered a weak consolation that could not conceal my shock and horror as I reached into my jeans pocket for my phone to ring 911. Oh my days! I left my phone in my house!!!
As I ran back to get my phone, countless thoughts raced through my head. What happened? Who did this? Burglars? Her partner? Her stepdaughter? A vengeful client? How? Why? What??
In response to the daily prompt: Countless
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