INTRUDER

Morning sunshine,

Living room

Sitting,

Calmly sorting

My femininely cluttered handbag.

Muffled noise,

I stand,

Move to investigate.

A strange man in my house.

Nervy, jittery.

«Good morning »,

I chirrup,

Spontaneously.

As though expecting him.

Maybe I even smile.

He mutters something.

Sketchy.

Non-sensical.

Leaves.

An icy snake slithers

Down my back.

My mind spins alternative outcomes.

Did my greeting keep me safe?