Somebody
Knocks
Somebody
Knocks
He knocked on the door, the wood making a hollow sound. From within, he could
hear the sound of a television, "The Price is Right" floating faintly to his
ears. He heard buzzing, of some appliance he could not identify. He then heard the sound
of a woman's voice. As he listened, he could tell that it was a one-sided conversation:
she was on the telephone. He knocked again, louder, and listened. From beyond the door he
heard what sounded like, " . . . oh, it's just someone at the door, probably a
salesman or the Jehovah's Witnesses . . ." He sighed and knocked again, giving her
one last chance. Nobody came to the door. He took a pen and paper from his jacket pocket
and wrote:
I was here, but nobody would answer the door. I would just like you to know that I will not be back again. Signed, Opportunity.
He folded the paper, slipped it into the mail slot, and continued to the next house.
Spring 1998
