Nobody Home

Flash Fiction

Nobody Home

"Nobody’s home," Tommy said.

“How do you know?” Jason asked.

“We rang the bell, and knocked, and nobody came.”

“Well, maybe the person inside is running the vacuum and didn’t hear us. Or maybe the person is in the bathroom taking a shower or whatever. Or, maybe the person is out in the back yard, and can’t hear the doorbell from there… or…”

“Stop! I get it. OK, we’ll walk around the house and if nobody is in the backyard we can try knocking on the back yard door.” They started walking.

As they caught sight of the garage, they saw a car in there. “Look, a car.” Jason said.

“Lots of people have another car. That doesn’t mean they’re home…”

“Well, it doesn’t mean they’re not either…”

When they got to the back door, nobody in the yard, they pushed the doorbell a bunch of times.

“Nobody home…”

Suddenly they heard a crash from the tiny window right at the bottom of the house. “It sounds like the basement…” Jason said. Rushing over to the window. “Hello!” he yelled, “Anybody there?”

“Help me!” came a voice, “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up! The doors not locked!”

In they went. The woman was hurt, but Jason ran and got her phone for her from where she’d left it. They stayed with her till her husband arrived. She had broken her leg!

After all the crazy, she invited the boys over to thank them for helping her. “What were you here for anyway?” she asked, “I don’t remember you from the neighborhood…”

Tommy laughed. “We were trying to sell you cookies for our club! If we got one more person to buy, we would beat Randy Crest! He always wins!”

Guess who bought a whole crate of cookies that day…