The other day she knocked on my door. I glanced through the peep hole and didn't recognize her. She never came often, and it had been quite a few years. Knocking with a smile on her face, she seemed to sense my interest. This had to be a door-to-door salesman. She couldn't be coming to me.
I turned the knob and glanced at her through the crack. She seemed...nice, but in an unnerving way. When she asked to come in, I hesitated. My house didn't seem right for her, so we went for a walk.
She led me across the street and down a few blocks, and we talked about my life. Strange, for she hardly talked about hers. The whole world felt different with her around. Every scent, every sound, every sight seemed to overwhelm me. Did opportunity make everybody feel this way?
She led me to her house, opened her door, and invited me in. Again I hesitated. Frowning slightly, she motioned me in. I stuck my foot in the door. Tapping her foot impatiently, she waited. Still, I didn't go in. The time didn't feel right, the place didn't either. I left, hoping she didn't lock the door when she closed it.
I really like this one. which I know I say about all of the ones on which I comment, I apologize, since I can't be terribly helpful, but I really enjoy the perspective and just the overall concept.
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