The Cricket

Since breakfast, richard had moved restlessly around the house. The feeling of dread had magnified since the cricket's first appearance. He could not lay a finger on or say clearly what he feared,. But he sensed some impending trepidation, a moment of reckoning that he had to face. And he knew he was not ready and would most certainly be found wanting. As to why, he could not say, but he blamed the cricket.