Knock, Knock At My Door

Knock, Knock At My Door

A Story by Kaye

Knock, Knock at my door, I jumped out my bed and heard a loud noise at my door - My eyes opened big as the moon. It was the stranger returning to my front porch and he acted like he never seen me before - he tried to ask again for another person that he thought lived at my house. I noticed he had a look on his face and was carrying a very big brown bag. The man looked at me strange and I told him to leave my house before I call the police. He jumped off my porch with those big brown eyes and the big brown bag. Then he spoke out and said that woman remembered me. I guess he thought I had forgotten about him and those big brown eyes of his.

Love Kaye.
3/5/2015

Be careful of the knock on your front or back door.

© 2016 Kaye


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Added on March 5, 2016
Last Updated on March 5, 2016
Tags: Life, Short Story, Spoken Word