Until the Sun Goes Down

The door swings in when I nudge it with my toe.

I lean to peer through the gap, looking for the old man. Has he collapsed?

Is he on the floor in there, suffocating in the summer heat?

I want to be a good neighbor, but I don’t want to trespass. I could never guess what horrible things I would find in that old house. The old man was just the beginning. If I make it through the night, I’m going to…

Who am I kidding? There’s no way I’m going to make it through the night.

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