Sir Arthur watched the torrential rain through his parlour window. Outside, a sodden, cloaked figure stood motionless. ‘Strange. I wonder if he’s lost.’ Arthur opened his front door. “Hallo, old bean, what’re you doing out there?”
“Waiting.”
“Well you look like you need drying out and a warm drink. Come on in.”
The stranger entered.
“So, what’re you waiting for?”
“Someone to invite me in. Now, about that warm drink…” snarled the stranger, fangs glistening.
My entry in the July 2022 75 Word Story Challenge at SFFChronicles
Theme: The Outsider
Genre: Open (Choose your own genre!)
M. Robert Gibson 