A Gift – Short Fiction

A loud knock at the door jolted me awake from my nap on the sofa. I grunted and got to the door mumbling “Who is it?”.

Hearing no reply, I peered out through the peephole on the door.

Seeing no one, I opened the door cautiously with the chain slider still on.

There really was no one.

Not even in the driveway or on the street.

Removing the chain lock, I opened the door wide. It was then I saw the brown box, gift wrapped and lying on the steps.

I got it and went back inside locking the door.

I was curious.

I quickly removed the wrapping and opened the box.

No, this can’t be. How could they know? Who did this?

I started sweating.

Inside was a photograph.

 

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

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