Someone was trying to kill him.
Wilfred peered out from behind the curtains, at the package on his doorstep. So innocuous. So innocent.
He wasn’t quite sure who it was. Maybe the government. Maybe their alien overlords. Maybe his ex-girlfriend. He was sure she was one of them. She’d been trying to poison him, he knew,
He dialed his therapist, as he always did when they were trying to kill him.
“It’s fine,” she said softly. “It’s just a package, Wilfred.”
Wilfred nodded. He breathed. Just a package. Yes.
He went outside and picked it up.
That was when the bomb went off.
This is for Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for running the challenge and Jean L. Hays for providing the prompt photo!
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