Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (28) To Catch a Thief and Steal a Heart (Part 02)
When the lights first went on he saw the shape of a figure, just one he thought, though he couldn’t be sure, then the light went off again and he lost the shape in the gloom and there were a lot of shapes that could have been the intruder.
He switched on his phone torch and in the gloomy light he thought he saw movement and then he felt a push against his shoulder but it was only a glancing one and he was able to stand his ground and he reached out and grabbed his assailant.
“Got you” he said rather unimaginatively as he bundled the intruder towards his workbench and pinned them there while he got a better purchase on them.
There was a lot of wriggling and during the struggle he got a whack in the face, so using the weight of his upper body he pushed them forward so the hands that the intruder was employing to hit him with had to be used to support themselves.
However they weren’t done yet and alternated hands to have quick swipes at him and it was at this point while trying to subdue them that his left hand got a handful of breast.
“You’re a girl” he said and release his hold and grabbed her shoulder instead.
So having determined his burglar was female, he made a minor adjustment and transferred his weight forward so he had her completely pinned and with his right hand now free he used his phone again to have a look at her.
“My God you’re just a kid” he said and slapped her hard on the buttock.
“Get out of here” he said to her angrily “And don’t come back again”
The intruder scurried away and David walked to the house and made himself a coffee and went to the cupboard above the sink and got out a new light bulb, a proper old fashioned 60w bulb, that lit up to its maximum brightness as soon as you flicked the switch, and not one of those low energy things that only reached maximum brightness as you were about to switch it off and leave the room.
He went back out to the garage and reached up and replaced the bulb which lit immediately and when he looked in front of him he saw a girl sitting on the bench.
A skinny waif like creature, with short mousy blonde hair, a bit like a shaggy dog and she was wearing a baggy tee shirt and leggings.
“Didn’t you hear me tell you not to come back?” he asked her
“Yes” she said meekly
“So what are you doing back here again?” he asked sharply
“Why are you back?” he said standing directly in front of her
“I wanted to say sorry” she said quietly and he softened
“How old are you?” he asked her
“17” she replied
“And what’s your name?”