She crawled out of her hiding place. Not yet daring to stretch her legs completely. She knew he had left some time ago but thought it would be prudent to wait a bit longer, just in case. Funny that, him not knowing she had been here all along. She almost panicked at one stage, not completely sure whether her mobile was still on. Even on silence he would have detected her. The light, or the buzzing sound it made, would have given her away. She heard the rain on the roof of the chalet. Maybe this was not the ideal situation after all. Or maybe just perfect. Yes, the rain would wash away any proof that it had been her. She had remembered her gloves, the ones she pretended to need for the gardening. Gardening, how strange was that? I hope he did not skimp and bought an electric one. She had been adamant it had to be a petrol driven one, or none. She never confessed she had done it before. She got up and walked towards the door, listening for any sounds, No, just the rain. She stepped outside ,ready to run and get it. She knew where it was. Click the door slammed behind her. Were those headlights she could see in the distance? Closer and closer they came. She fumbled behind her to open the door to crawl back quickly. Shut, the door was shut.
Elisabeth Marrion 