Gertie and Bertie

Gertrude screamed, both fists banging on her neighbor's front door. Recognizing her voice Bertram snatched the door open. "What's wrong, Gertrude?"

"Help me!" she wailed, turning and running toward her house. Bertram loped behind her, his royal blue robe flopping wildly and shaving cream flying off his face in the breeze.

Approaching her front door she cautiously entered, ran and jumped onto a dining room chair.

Bertram stood agape as he looked from her to the trembling creature behind the trash can.

"A harmless mouse?" he marveled.

"Harmless?!" she panted. "Nothing is harmless that can give you a heart attack!"


This is my submission to this week's 100 word challenge at www.velvetverbosity.com