Horror

The minute after the name

Tomas repaired Mabel Senn's radio in the afternoon. Its brown wood case stood on the old kitchen table. A pale square on the shelf above showed where she had moved a photograph so his work would not knock it down. He replaced a loose ordinary connection, tested the weather forecast and wrote the small charge on his receipt. The forecast promised a dry evening. Mabel paid the receipt, then stood with her purse open and asked him to stay until it was too late to go home comfortably.