Fiction Professor woke up hearing the sound of something falling in the backyard of his two-storey house. He switched on the lights. It was three o’clock, still a couple of hours to his wake-up alarm. A groan rose from the yard. He went downstairs and opened the backdoor. “Who are you? What are you doing here?” He asked the man who was struggling to get up. Professor helped the man to get up and led him into his drawing room. He gave him water to drink and offered to prepare tea. “You have a fracture in the foot, I think,” said Professor having examined the man’s leg. He picked up his phone and called for an ambulance. “Let me change my dress. Relax here until the ambulance arrives.” “Why are you doing this to me?” The man asked Professor while they were in the ambulance. He was lying down on the stretcher. Professor was not a fool; he must have understood what had happened. The intruder had fallen down while trying to get into his house through th
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