I’d seen the news. It’s all over Facebook, Twitter, you name it. There’s a killer out there. The twelve days killer, they call him. He sends the item through the post. If you get it. He gets you.
Soon as I opened the package and saw the turtle doves, I locked the door and called the police.
The relief when the doorbell rings and through the peephole I see the uniform is overwhelming.
“Don’t worry ma’am. You don’t need to be afraid anymore. It’s time.”
Time for what? I wonder. He draws the knife. I don’t need to wonder anymore.
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