The Wrong Door
February 10, 2022
Just now I was standing at the front window when a young man of about 18 or so walked up my steps in a swift, familiar way. He was holding a loaf of bread in a plastic bag. He raised his hand to either knock or put a key in the door and stopped. ‘Oh!’ he said, before hastily backtracking and walking over to next door.
I turned from the window laughing and noticed my cat Freckles. She was looking at me as if I’d gone to the wrong door with a loaf of bread.