The knock at the door on the snowy, inclement day took Emory by surprise. She’d just stuffed two pieces of firewood in the wood burning heater in her living room when the thumps at her front door jolted her. Who would be out in this kind of weather? A neighbor? Stranded motorist? Idiot, perhaps? Conditions had worsened just as meteorologists had warned on several news outlets earlier in the week. Earlier – when she actually had electricity. The heavy snow no doubt was a direct reason for the power outage and the crazy thing about that was, if it wasn’t for the snow, the temperature would have fallen well below freezing. She was thankful for that but still, forty degrees was anything but balmy. Bottom line – it was cold – too cold for anyone to be outside in this mess of a storm and especially too cold for somebody to be knocking on her door. Whoever it was had to have been either a fool or a desperate person. Maybe a little of both.
The knocks persisted and her heartbeats suddenly seemed louder than normal. Wrapped in a long, white cardigan sweater, Emory crossed her arms, not because she was cold. She had the heater pumping out impressive waves of heat in the living room. She crossed her arms because she was scared – alone in a house during a storm while someone was banging on her door. She didn’t have many neighbors and she knew for a fact that the ones who lived the closest to her were staying with relatives.
Boom, boom, boom!
She jumped, actually trembled in her own house as she made her way to the front door. Jeez.
“Hello? Is anyone there?”
It was the voice of a man. Crap!