by Burt Yonik
A visit at night for an elderly woman
|The old lady woke up in her bed. She was certain that she had a heard a knock at her front door. If only her husband had been alive to check it out, he would have unwaveringly went to the door and dealt with the disturbance. But cancer had taken him from her last month. The funeral flowers sitting on the bedroom desk, wilting away.
They had no children due to her medical condition, but her husband loved her no matter what. Instead of supporting their own little ones, they also helped out volunteering at the local schools and donating gifts every Christmas.
With no family left, the woman felt alone. Alone and scared as she was certain that she had heard a knocking at the front door. Slowly and cautiously, she moved out towards the hallway, feeling her way around.
She wasn’t expecting anybody as she didn’t have any nearby relatives and who would come calling at this hour of the night. It was just past midnight and nobody in the neighborhood would up at this hour. It was a nice neighborhood comprised mostly of retirees who reminisced about their previous lives and went on and on about the latest accolades their grandchildren had received at school.
As she quietly moved towards the doorway, carefully staying out of sight of the door window, she noticed that the front movement sensor light was on, but nobody was there and the door was locked.
It must have been a squirrel, she hopefully reasoned to herself, her heart still racing and anxiety biting her knees. As she drew the most logical and least dangerous conclusion, she quietly headed back to bed, leaving the lights off just in case.