Monday, April 28, 2014
100 Words a Day 600
The car was in the driveway and the front door open. The whole house was silent, unmoving. Max approached, peering at the windows, trying to ascertain whether or not anyone was inside. Seeing nothing, he opened the door with the tip of his pistol, listening for any noise within the home. Welcomed into the home by silence, he stalked through the foyer and into the kitchen. He faced the door on the other side of the kitchen, but searched for anything unusual with his eyes. A knife was missing from the knife block. It was not in the dish drain.