A KNOCK AT THE DOOR
It was a cold dark evening. The rain was tapping in flourishes against the windows, and the curtains were quivering in time to the gusts of wind blowing in from the west. Cold air was sleeping in was sleeping in was whistling through the small spaces around the window frames.
Flames from the health lit the room with a warm glow. Dancing and flickering. Warm and secured against the brewing storm I began to drift into sleep.
Footsteps in the hall outside awoke me, followed by a knock at the door. Through the line of golden light that shone from beneath the door, a shadow moved from side to side. I arose and pushed down the handle, the door opened.......