The door knocks.
Anticipation runs thru my veins as I turn the handle...
As I accept the goods from the stranger, I notice his glances to my interior
and the strange twisted looks emerging on his face...
as quickly as he arrives, he leaves
but my mind is puzzled over what he saw that caused his distress
and then I saw the christmas decorations still strewn about the house..
is this the start of my descent into dementia, or mid life crisis laziness?
1 comment:
lol. nice vignette...
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