A Flying Friend

Katie stepped into the TV room. It was relatively bare, with a wooden floor, a giant TV mounted on the wall above a fireplace, and a set of white leather corner sofas surrounding a rug. Pretty simple and pretty classy.

She felt awkward standing here in someone else’s house, having not seen a single human. Was there something wrong here?

Her head snapped to the side as she heard a buzzing sound. It almost sounded like a very large mosquito, but there were no mosquitos here at this time of year. Katie followed the sound. It was getting closer and closer.

Around the corner from where she came, a drone arrived. It was an ordinary drone that anyone would fly in the park. It stopped in front of her, hanging in the air. Nothing strange about that other than it was in the house. Roxanne must be just some silly kid trying to play a prank on her.

“Roxanne?” she called out.

The drone hung there for a few seconds before it darted for her head. Katie dodged out of the way as it skittered past her. What was that?

The drone now hung in the middle of the room, gazing at her again. It rotated for a moment before it sped toward her again. This time, Katie managed to move out of the way again as it whizzed past her shoulder.

But this time, the drone didn’t stop to taunt her. It turned in the air and darted toward her. She stumbled backward and fell onto her behind. Her hat tumbled off her head as the shock caused her chestnut hair to fly over her face.

Clearing the hair from her eyes, she rolled over and grasped her hat as the drone returned from where it came from.

Already, she started to sense that this kid could be a handful. But she was determined to play it calm.