Up to the edge of my hedge, I am safe. I stare out into the empty road—no cars, no people, only increasingly bold foxes.
Then there, at the bottom of the lane, a figure silhouetted by the early morning sun. It walks towards me, as if out of a dream. Another person. Tentatively, I raise my hand.
“How do,” it says, stopping at my gate.
Stranger danger! Who knows what the creature carries?
I run inside and bolt my door.