By the time Ivy Mitchell reached the top step, rain poured from the heavens. She made a soft, strangled sound of frustration as her pet slipped into the house, out of reach again, then dashed after him. Inches from the door, her left foot sank into a rotted board. She yanked up and almost fell when her sandal strap broke.
“Lovely,” She reached down, wiggled her shoe free, then stomped inside the abandoned home.
A gust of wind rattled the old walls. Thunder rolled. Something fell, shattering on the floor and then the door slammed shut behind her. The darkness seemed to press in on her. Ivy whirled around, twisted the knob, pounded against the old wood, but to no avail. It refused to budge.
Slowly she shifted, searching the shadowed room. Light filtered through one unboarded window, muted, but enough for Ivy to make out piles of clutter, two closed doors and a pair of gold eyes. Karma.
Swallowing irritation, she tried coaxing him to her, “Karma, come here handsome boy.”
Bright eyes blinked, her cat’s only response. Ivy took a step toward him and bumped into a small table. It hit the floor hard, stirring up a cloud of dust. She stepped around it, coughing, and the sticky, creepy feel of a cobweb brushed her face. With a grimace, she slapped it away.
Dripping wet and patience exhausted, Ivy picked her way over to where her cat sat, unmoving, and scooped him up. With Karma cradled to her chest, she quickly tried each door in turn. Not one would open. Shivering she moved to the window. It opened easily but wouldn't stay up. She grabbed the first useful thing in sight, a heavy, leather bound book off a shelf and used it as a prop.
Ivy tossed out her ruined shoe then before she could stop him, Karma twisted free, leaping through the window. On the ground, he looked up at her for a moment then strolled away once more ignoring her calls. One leg at a time she eased through the opening, muttering under her breath.
“I should have gotten a dog.” Her wool skirt snagged as she wiggled backwards over the rough wooden frame. Every inch she moved exposed more of her legs to the elements but she pressed on, impatient. “A dog would've been happy to be rescued.”
Her toes touched the muddy ground and she sighed with relief. The only good luck she’d had today was that this window opened over the back yard so no one could see-
“Need a little help Ivy?” A rich, dark chocolate voice drifted over her.
To be continued Saturday October 5th
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