Startled by my neighbor’s shrill, dramatic voice, I almost lost my footing.
Finally, I decided to answer her obvious question, with an abundance of irritation, “Locked myself out of my house.”
Seeming over-dramatic this time, “Please just climb down, slowly, out of the tree and I promise I can help you!”
Making my way off the limb I was using to reach the second story window, and down from the maple, I glared at her with questioning eyes.
Blushing almost as she spoke, “Maybe we should call your parents on their vacation, I mean, this being the third time I have told you THIS isn’t YOUR house.”
Written for Five Sentence Fiction