This post is written for Friday Fictioneers.

Well he said they would leave the lights on.

“This is creepy Jerome. The snow is new and I don’t see any signs of activity anywhere. No tire tracks leading to or from the garage. “

When they put me into this program I was afraid my enemies would eventually find me no matter how remote was the relocation site.

As I turn the key to open the front door I hear a voice calling me name from within. It’s the last voice I hear.