Short story
Oh, Gran, not again!’ Harry grumbled as he walked up the path to the front door. ‘How many times have I told you? Don’t leave your keys in the lock.’
Pulling them out, he made his way into the house and towards the lounge.
‘Gran, where are you?’ he called. ‘They’ll be here soon.’
Concerned she may have fallen, or something worse, he anxiously checked every room. But finding nothing
