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'Carol, Carol, someone’s taken the kids!’ Des notices a
twitch at the lace net covering the window, a few seconds
later the front door slowly opens with the latch still
attached.
'I’m sorry, no Carol lives here.’ The door slams shut. With
tears in his eyes a mixture of rage and fear grips Des and
with clenched fists he slams upon the door, demanding
Carol open up, he needs her help. The door remains
unmoved while a secondary bolt is heard siding across.
Confused, Des steps backwards, not breaking gaze with
the front door, ‘What’s wrong with you?’
Briskly pacing back to his house, eyes darting around
looking for any clues Des fumbles in his pocket in search of
a mobile phone that he hasn’t seen in as long as he can
remember. Approaching the cobalt blue door he places his
weight on it to open with no avail. Striding to the side of the
house he vaults up and over the wall, crushing what must
be recently planted flowers, he attempts to open the patio
doors. As he tries to force his way in he witnesses a family
of four sat having dinner, staring incredulously back at
him.
Time stops. Des crunches both fists against the
strengthened glass, screaming, ‘What are you doing in my
house?!’ at which point a gaunt lady stands, picks up a
phone as the lithe male moves swiftly to the patio doors,
pulling the blinds shut.