...It was like five swallows in a row had swooped past my window, or like someone had putted five golf balls, one after another, from high in the left to low on the right: Zip, zip-zip-zip, zip. I whirled, stood up too fast, knocked my tea off the desk to spill across the floor. The mug bounced harmlessly into a corner—good thing, too; I loved that mug—but the oversteeped darjeeling was going to permanently dye the carpet. I thwacked my left calf sharply against my chair. I knew immediately that it would not only bruise but swell up into a painful lump I'd feel with every step for a week. And still I could see nothing, nothing, nothing
out the window!
But I kept looking. I refused to accept that I'd stained the brand new carpet and temporarily hobbled myself for nothing, nothing, nothing.
I craned to see as far as I could to the right, but of course there was just the short length of the patio wall's "L". I peered over the wall and saw nothing but the goldenrain tree and the sky.
Then I looked down at the windowsill. Not because I wanted to. Because I was compelled. It was as though two barbed hooks had caught just above each cheekbone and yanked my face down. I looked, and I saw the tiny creature on my windowsill.
__This has been an excerpt from the Friday Fictionette for July 17, 2015. Subscribers can download the full-length fictionette (1159 words) from Patreon in PDF or MP3 format depending on their pledge tier.Friday Fictionettes are a short-short fiction subscription service powered by Patreon. Become a Patron to get a new fictionette every first through fourth Friday and access all the fictionettes of Fridays gone by.Cover art photography by Nicole J. LeBoeuf, who is rather pleased with how the flower boxes turned out.