knock
Fifty-four days. Officially the sun stays down from today. I didn't see it go, there's a mountain in the way.
Someone knocked at my door at 11:32 this morning. Three knocks, quite firm, the way a postman knocks. I was at the table and got to the door in a few seconds. Nobody there. Nobody on the stairs, nobody on the street below. It hadn't snowed since the morning, so the steps only had my own footprints from the bakery run.
Kids, probably. They'd have to be fast. I didn't hear the ninth step either, and you always hear the ninth step.
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