4.11.2010

Short story

 

It's Sunday, 12:39 pm. I hear someone climbing my house's  stairs and knocking on my door. I remain still. The person knocks violently and insists on turning and twisting the door's knob. The Jeova witnesses finally give it up and go down the stairs, probably blaming the devil, but themselves.
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