PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
“What a horrible kitchen.” Axel padded past the bookshelves to his left. Then his eyes flickered up and around. “Poor old sod,” he thought. “No storage so he has to stuff pots on top of the cabinets.”
He heard a hiss and then saw the gas stove had been left on. Axel held his noosed pole in one hand so he could turn down the heat.
“No good having this boil over,” he murmured. “Now where could he be hiding?” The trapdoor over the bookshelf rattled. “I’m coming for you, Wilbur,” said the pest control guy to the escaped python.
