A New Hire

Before she could refuse, the policeman had walked up to her car and realized just how many bags there were. He turned around and gave Darla a confused smile. "Are you having a party?"

"No sir," she mumbled.

"A big family? Relatives visiting?"

Darla sighed. "No sir, no relatives."

"But this is enough food to feed an army!" The man cried, shocked.

"Excuse me, but it's my money to do with what I please, and I choose to buy food. I don't have anything else I'd rather spend it on, and this really isn't even any of your business," Darla yelled.

The policeman looked from the trunk of food, to the dilapidated house, to the strange woman waddling up to the front door. He shrugged, but true to his word, he picked up some grocery bags and made his way up the driveway to the house.  Attempting to avoid the broken front steps, he went through the lawn and stepped onto the porch. He stopped at the door, but not seeing the homeowner, the man crossed the threshold. But when he took a second step, he heard a loud crunch. 

He looked down. He dropped the bags.

He screamed.


The End

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