
Chills ran down her spine! What was that noise? Brett wasn’t due home until next week. She was alone, at least she had thought she was alone.
Oh, wby hadn’t Brett installed that burglar alarm before he left. She had kept reminding him to get one. Alot of good that had done. He left for his business trip and the burgler alarm papers laid on the table.
Yvonne was kicking herself, she had left her cell phone downstairs. No way to call 911 without going down and she had no clue of who was down there. CRASH! Yvonne’s heart jumped, as her body became paralyzed with fear.
The sounds from downstairs kept her heart pounding. She had locked her door but she knew it wouldn’t be that hard for someone to break it down.
This had to be the most scared she had ever been in her life. She was visibly shaking. Whoever was down there must be making a mess, from the sounds of it! Oh how she prayed that they would soon leave and not come upstairs!
Brett paid the taxi driver, grabbed his suitcase and walked up to his front door. Yvonne would be so surprised about him coming home early. His heart beat with excitement at the thought of holding her in his arms again, making up for lost time. Time to celebrate, he had been given a promotion. Unlocking the door he entered the house.
Brett gasped, he couldn’t breathe. The house was in shambles! Where was Yvonne? Terror gripped him, Yvonne had to be alrjght, she had too. He stood still listening, but didn’t hear or see anything. Was the intruder upstairs?
He entered the next room and saw the shattered glass and the blood. His heart fell at the sight of the blood, it was alot. Tears sprang to his eyes. How could this have happened?
Then something caught his eye and he felt he could breathe again. There had been no intruder. He did feel bad though for the poor deer that had jumped through their large picture window.
Running up the stairs he yelled for Yvonne. Their bedroom door opened.
“Brett! Oh Brett! I was so scared.” She threw her arms around him, never wanting to let go. He embraced her, perfectly content to hold her forever.
He then sighed, “I’m so glad you’re okay, deer.”
She responded, “Thank you, deer, but what caused all the noise downstairs?”
Brett answered, “It was a deer, deer, and the damage it caused will cost a lot of bucks to repair.”
To which, Yvonne mourned, “I’m not sure I have that kind of doe, deer.”
But Brett replied, “I’ll sell something deer to me, to raise the doe to pay the deer damage to all the deer things downstairs that cost so many bucks.”
At this, they kissed, and it seemed their romance was no longer stuck in a rut.
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Well said.
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Thanks. I hope my comment endears me with Carolyn.
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I am sure that she will take it to hart.
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Meanwhile, the deer was blindly roaming about the livingroom, due to losing its eyes from the shattered glass. When Brett called animal control, they asked how it was blinded. He said, “I have no-eye deer.”
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Then Brett heard another noise from the closet and said “honey, hoove you got in there?”
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You doofus! 😛
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And then he put on a fluorescent orange vest and went hunting for the noise.
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Oooh help!
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You are hearing those voices in your head this morning, aren’t you!
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Groaning!
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…mmm…!!!
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Ooooh some stooges have been busy I see! Haven’t read the vomments yet, but 99.9 percent sure that they aren’t “endearing”!🤔
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“vomments”? What sort of insults are you hurling?
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I think that here typo worked out for the best this time. She would seem to have coined an apt word.
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Oh gosh! But yes, the word does fit. 🙂
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But….I feel something should be clarified, that new typo word is not meant to be used by certain stooges.
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Yes, although I’m not sure if it was coined accidentally, or on-purpose.
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My lips are sealed!
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Thats not the phrase that came to my mind!
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My poor head! What was I thinking about having a “deer” in the story! 😶🤚!!
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You should have chosen a bear, instead, because I found your story unbearably endearing.
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LOL! Though I am still …smacking my head… at the same time, doolally!
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I love the sound of smacking heads in the morning.
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THUNK!! I love the sound of something hitting its target.
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Ouch! Damn, why didn’t you warn me?!
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Ha! I thought you would have known by now to duck!
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As a duck, I only know to get down.
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Great story.
Poor deer.
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Thanks! And yes, poor deer!
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A man shouldn’t come home early from a business trip and surprise his wife. That is usually when he gets a surprise of his own and the night could end in tragedy as he spends the night at the police station after beating his wife’s lover half to death on the front lawn.
Best to stay on schedule with these things and avoid these problems or at least call ahead a few hours if you come home early so he can avoid unwanted complications.
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That never happened to me, but I always made it a point to only have lovers who lived on ground floors, and had windows that were easy to open.
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Yes, it is simple measures like that helps prevent you and your lover’s husband from having to stand around awkwardly asking and answering stupid questions.
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Exactly. Although sometimes it felt embarrassing, pulling on my pants while standing in the front yard.
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You get used to it.
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THUNK! Oops, did that hurt? Sorry, but I have a feeling that you will get “used to it” today. 🙂
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Ow. You get mean on mother’s day, don’t you.
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Ooh I am nice to my kids! PUNderhead stooges may be a different story!
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Stooges have mothers too.
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Their moms have my sympathy!
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I hope you were able to visit your mother, and have a good visit.
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Now why would you post that comment here?
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Welll you did point out that “stooges” have mothers, soooo…. is any other explanation really needed?
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pffffttt.
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Annnd this morning is off to a better start than yesterday morning. I am not …”smacking my head…” or saying “pfffft!” LOL!
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I guess doolollies have mothers too, so you visited with yours?
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😛
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I need an ice pack for my head and its still early!
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Oh, deer!
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Smartass! 😛
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Oooh what help you are this morning!
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😶🤚!!
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You poor guy! Was it a humbling experience. 😛
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Two surprises in one night…way to go!
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😊
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