“Just watch,” Jack said.
A bicycle messenger approached the door at the end of the lane. He pulled a package from his satchel, reached for the doorknocker—and vanished.
“Where did he go?” Ben blinked twice and rubbed his eyes.
“I don’t know, but that’s the third visitor this week.” Jack’s voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper, “They never come back.”
***
“Give me your lunch money, ladies.” Rufus loomed.
“Sure!” Jack handed their money over in great haste. “Say, Rufus, did you hear the folks at the end of the lane are giving away gobs of leftover Halloween candy?”
100 words. Inspired by this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt:
ParkInkSpot 
Payback! LOL!
Exit Rufus, stage right.
Smart kids and great payback. Loved your story!
“Stomperdad” sounds kind of like a bully, too. ::suspicious:: Your name isn’t Rufus, is it?
One way to see the thief pay! Loved it!
Think of how useful a vacuum-cleaner house could be in the average neighborhood. No more door-to-door evangelists, or tax men, or salesmen…
Bye bye Rufus 🙂 Excellent name for the villain of the piece!
Chuckle…no clue where Rufus came from, but when I thought “bully” it was the first name that turned up. I’ve never even met a Rufus, have you?
Sadly no. But I’ve met plenty of people who could have been called “Rufus”.
There you go, now you’ve met Rufus ::grin::
I grew up with a kid named, Ruford. But he was no bully.
Oooh! I LIKE Jack! 🙂
Me too, creative problem-solvers rock.
Oh! I like Jack’s style! 😀 Rufus got what was coming to him.
Leo @ I Rhyme Without Reason
Jack certainly thought on his feet.
Now that Jack has it figured out, I expect there will be more disappearances. Good one, Dave.
Heheh, brilliant story, brilliant twist.
Hahaha! Great way to exact revenge by not dirtying your hands 🙂