Caution

"Have I met you before?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Where I have I seen you then?"

"I have met your mother, your father, your sister, and grandparents," he said, irritably. "But not you."

She looked at him. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," he said. "Well, at least, not until now."

They laughed; his far heartier than hers.

She shivered. His black cloak and queer scent was off putting.

"So," he said, leaning closer, "I suppose introductions are in order."

"No," she said. "I know who you are." She clicked her seat belt in.

‘Drat.’ He left. She got home safely.

From Guest Contributor, Joey Harlow.