Storm Warning

Trapped in a cabin during a blizzard, Nixie and Pat get a visitor. 300-word flash

Storm Warning

“There’s something out there!” Nixie announced as she peered into the blizzard outside.
“Might it be snow, snow and more snow?” said Pat with disgust.
“I know you had all kinds of activities planned for this vacation, honey.”

Suddenly, there was a pounding on their rented cabin door.
“Should we answer it?” Nixie asked nervously.
“I’ll do it, before I die of boredom.”
Pat opened the door a small crack and said:” What can we do for you, sir?”
Whoever was on the other side, gave mighty shove on the door.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Coming inside, this isn’t the time for niceties!”

The voice was cultured. Nixie and Pat stared at the fur-coated man in the hunter’s hat with flaps. Taking the hat off, he proceeded to shake it and himself all over the place.
“Just a darn minute! You were not invited in,” Pat said.
“I’m in need of shelter. In my book, that doesn’t require an invitation.”
The couple looked at each other.
“Well, can we at least know your name?” Pat ventured.
“Best not, if you knew I might have to kill you!” The man’s voice held no hint of humor.
“Coffee?”
“Don’t mind if I do. You got any food?”
“We could use lunch; I’ll make soup and sandwiches.”
The man stared at Nixie like he could eat her. She shivered.

“Let me help,” she said to Pat.
Once in the kitchen, they whispered as softly as they could.
“We have to stop him before we both end up dead. I think he’s the guy they have a manhunt on for,” Pat said.
“I have a sleeping draught. Let’s put it in his soup. I can do without it.”
She must have accidently overdosed him, because he failed to wake up.