“Wait, what?” he asked, completely dumbfounded. Taking advantage of his stun, the walks over, and listens to hear that the phone is still ringing. She take the phone from his unmoving hand and places it in the cradle.
“Well, it didn’t quite go as planned, I’m sorry to say.It was supposed to be a suprise”
“Then I’d have to say it served its purpose!”
“Not exactly”
The doorbell rang that familiar chime. He swayed back and forth before hearing, can you get that, honey? Still dazed, he pulls himself to the door and twists the knob.
“Package for a Mr. John Wilt?”
“That…that’s me.” He took the package cautiously. He thanked the delivery man in dark clothes and shut the door. He grabbed his keys off the table and carefully severed clear plastic tape embedded with dusty fingerprints. He opened the package and ran back, and heard a shot fire. He looked up and saw a bullethole in his ceiling.
“What the…” as he walked towards the box. He looked down, saw a hand sitting erect in the packing box.
Another bang.