Sunday November 6th, 2016

The exercise:

Write about: the knock.

Probably should have brought us back to the House of Mercy today. Will aim for... I'm going to say Wednesday, what with tomorrow being Max's birthday.

It was a picture perfect fall day here. Clear skies, no wind, autumn colors all around. It was nice to take an afternoon stroll through the orchard.

Right up until the sun ducked behind the mountains.

At which point winter reminded us that he's just around the corner.

Mine:

The knock at the door is unwanted, but not unexpected. I remain motionless in the darkness of the living room and consider my options.

They are... unfortunately limited.

I could run. Find some other hole to hide myself in. Hope that they don't find me again. But live in constant fear of being found.

Hard to get a good night's sleep, living like that.

The knock comes again, more urgent this time.

I could fight. There are some fantastically dangerous looking knives in the kitchen. The curtain rod would make a lovely quarterstaff - I've always wanted to go Little John on somebody. Maybe there's even a gun hidden somewhere.

That's boring, basic, fight or flight stuff though. I need something a little more interesting than that. Something like... trickery.

Yes, I think trickery will do the job just fine.

Excuse me, won't you? There's someone knocking at the door and I need to go see who it is.

And to see who I will be when I open it to greet them.