It was, I’m sure after midnight
The wind blew out of control
The old corrugated iron fence
Long neglected and rusted through
Rattled and crashed in a way
Suggested there may not be a tomorrow.
I woke with start, not from the rattling of the fence
But the creaking of the floorboards.
I was sure I was home alone.
I slunk down under my sheets
Hoping whatever made the sound was passing through
Sure to move next door, but then it didn’t
It walked back, hesitated
Dragged something heavy across the floor
Cursed as a toe was stubbed. Shit!
From under the covers I poked my head
A little at first as the voices grew
“I thought you knew what you were doing?”
‘I do, I didn’t anticipate this anvil lying here.”
“What’s an anvil doing there anyway?”
“Thrilling isn’t it.”
“Give us a hand.”
“That’s it, easy peasey.”
“Make sure he’s still asleep.”
“Yep, head buried under his covers.”
There followed a clanking and clanging to wake the dead
As they exited my house, with what I didn’t know.
I was by now a trembling mess
Sweat poured from every orifice
Too frightened to look,
Too scared to think.
I was frozen in my bed,
Burning up with fear.
I waited an hour, the house was still
I needed something probably a pill
Do I? Don’t I? Will I? Won’t I?
When I did everything was as it was the night before
The anvil where it should be
My jewels where they……what the?
Outside the old fence played its familiar tune.