She stood at the open window, shaking her fists at anyone passing the gate. Her strident voice screamed. “Get away. There are monsters up there.” A group of walkers passed, laughing and paying no attention to her. They were almost past when a shot rang out. A girl screamed, they scrambled out of range. Sitting on the grassy bank, one girl cried. “Why did she shoot at us?”
Alister said, “I’m phoning the police.”
A young detective drove up. “Hi, who reported a shooting? Is anyone injured?”
Alister said, “I phoned. As we passed that house there,” he pointed to the decrepit farmhouse below them, “an old lady was yelling and shaking her fists at us, then suddenly a shot rang out.”
“Was anyone hurt?” Asked the police officer.
“No, we were going for a walk, but now we want to get the hell out of here.”
“Right, stay here. I’ll see what’s going on.”
As he neared the house, the window was flung open. He saw the muzzle of a gun, then an old lady with tousled grey hair shouted. “Get away. The monsters are coming.”
He called back. “Don’t worry. I’ve got them under control for now. How about you come out, then we can get away from them?”
Still carrying the gun, she opened the door. He reached out. “Let me take the gun.”
Subdued, she handed the weapon over. “That’s good. Now let’s get away from here.”
Back at the police station with her safely tucked away at the hospital, his boss congratulated him.
Shaking his head, he said, “She winked at me.”
His unhelpful boss said. “People suffering delusions do strange things, don’t worry, there’s no significance to it.”
© Felicity Edwards