Who's At The Door?  A YeahWriteMe Microstory for #NaBloPoMo

A light rap, more like a scratch, catches my ear.

I turn my head and look at the door.

No one’s expected.

It’s late.  I’m already in my pyjamas.

Another rap. More urgent.

I get up and turn out the front light.

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20 Comments

  1. Great blog. I enjoyed it so much while drinking my juice. Makes one feel grateful. Thanks.

  2. I love this! I love that you turned out the light. I must be antisocial, too. 🙂

  3. Ha! I love that you don’t ignore it, but actively turn off the light… nicely done. 🙂

  4. So me. I never answer the door. But since I am usually alone, or alone with kids….I just don’t. If they can’t call first and let me know they are coming they are not supposed to be here. No money for door to door sales people, no patience for those looking for Jesus. I already found Him, and if they haven’t, I can’t help them. 😀

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      I haven’t found Jesus. I suspect he’s hiding with Carmen San Diego and Waldo…but that’s a journey I’ll have to make without the help of the knockers.

  5. Home alone, I certainly understand… Nothing good comes from tentative late night tapping at your door! Lol

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