PHOTO PROMPT © Victor and Sarah Potter
They have the picture perfect life on the surface, all smiles and sweetness.
Then one day, the peace is shattered by footsteps, a tentative tapping on a door. Something cracks. A distant door opens. The homeowners slowly, carefully make their way over. You never know who to trust at times like these.
“Who are you?” one asks.
“My car broke down. I was wondering-”
“Come inside. I’ve got you.”
Into this perfect world, beneath its surface, the visitor disappears, never to be seen again.
“I love it when they come to us, mommy.”
“Yes, honey. Me too. Now eat up.”
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