“I can’t find the back “door. Where’s the door?”
“Can’t you turn that blasted alarm off?”
Of course I can’t turn the alarm off. It’ll go off when the smoke clears.”
“My ears are going to burst. When will this infernal smoke clear?”
“When I can find the door. Have you found the door?”
“Will you please quit taking about that damned door? Just reach around and open a window.”
“You know we can’t open the windows. They are all sealed and alarmed because you were afraid of being burglarized. Need I remind you what the intruder alarm sounds like?”
Written for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner- 2018: Week #26. Requirements: Using the photo prompt given, create a flash fiction story of under 200 words.