Joe hadn’t been in the backyard since May. The leaves on the trees had turned yellow and fallen to the ground. He sighed, great, another task to add to my to-do-list. As he approached the shed, he heard a sound like someone’s walking. “Honey, are you in there?” No answer. He noticed the orange outdoor cable on the ground and hurried back to the house where he found his wife, Chelsea, reading a book at the table.
“Did you get it?” She asked without looking up.
“I swear there’s someone out there.” Chelsea stared at him. “In the shed.” Joe pointed at the shed. “The orange cable is rolled out all the way and it’s plugged into the wall.”
“It’s probably a squirrel.” Chelsea said.
“A squirrel?” Joe arched his brow and together, they went out to the backyard.
A scream caused them to run to the shed where they found none other than their son, Derek, watching a football game. “I thought you moved out.” Joe said.
“Oh, hi mom, dad. I got evicted.”
I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above.