Cyndia took a deep breath and took a swipe at the moistness leaking from her eyes. She needed a nap. Yes, that would make her feel better after all this.
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Pounding heart, what had woken her up? Cyndia blinked in her darkened bedroom before looking at the red numbers of the clock radio. She had been asleep for hours. The unofficial bedtime for the subdivision had already passed.
Cyndia went to her bedroom window. Funny, the bedroom lights at the Johnsons’ across the street were still on. She grabbed her tennis shoes and out them on. The Johnsons’ were usually the first ones out. She eased opened the window and eased out into the flowerbed. The garden stake marking what plant was planted here made sure that the window didn’t shut and lock.
Nobody else was out in the yards or the street to see her sprint to the Johnsons’. Cyndia didn’t want to be mistaken for a murdering prowler tonight. Their living room had a window that faced the side yard. She could peek there without being seen.
She got between the two shrubs planted under the window to prevent easy access. One branch dug into her cheek but she ignored it. Her brown eyes eased up over the window sill. The room was obscured by something red splattered on the glass, a fine red spray.
Cyndia jerked back. The branch snagged her hair and cut her cheek. She landed on her butt and hands. The back of her head hit the fence. Too late, too late, why did she go to sleep?
There was a rustle in the back yard. Had one of the kids escaped? She got up slowly, and crawled to the corner of the house.
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