Chapter 18

Chapter 18

 

David plonks himself on the couch, placing the plate of melon he was holding on his lap. There was a table nearby and he put the knife he was holding there, just in case he needed to cut the melon. On the big black box that seemed to magically play stuff flicked and he settled down to watch the latest toons. He was quite happily sitting there watching when he heard the door creak. He presumed it would just be his dear mother, coming home.

 

Are you expecting a murder to happen? Go to chapter 22

Are you not expecting anything sinister? Go to chapter 23