VISITOR
August 14, 2014
At last you have arrived at the cottage in the woods. You push the door open and enter. Fireplace. Plush chair. All you need to work on your manuscript for a few blessed days of peace and quiet. You shuffle out of your backpack and drop it to the floor. A muffled whump. Not the backpack. Seemed to come from the other room. ‘Hello. Anyone here?’ you say. You move toward the door to the other room, put your ear against it. Nothing. Silence. Then the door slowly swings open on its own. There she is. You die.
