Molly slumped down in her chair, and drank her coffee. She’d got rid of the kids, and was ready for some time for herself. She put her feet up, and lay back, looking forward to just laying there with no distractions.
She was drifting off when someone knocked on the door three times. She pulled herself up, and listened. Dressed only in her dressing gown, she didn’t want to answer the door. After a minute or two, there was nothing, so she lay back down again.
As soon as she’d got comfortable again, the knocking was there again; slower, louder, and somehow more insistent. Sighing, she got up, and made her way to the front door.
She opened the door slightly, shielding herself from public view behind it. She peered out at a tall uniformed man.
“Sorry to disturb you, ma’am, but I have a package to deliver, and it wouldn’t go through the slot.”
“Ah, er, ok.”
She reached her arm out to take the package.
“I need you to sign for it,” he said.
He reached inside his jacket, and withdrew a pen, and handed it, along with a clip board, to her. Molly, tried to sign her name, but the pen just wouldn’t write.
“Uh, your pen doesn’t seem to work,” she said, handing it back.
“Oh, sorry, ma’am!”
He checked his pockets, before apologising.
“I’m sorry, ma’am, but I don’t seem to have any more pens!”
Molly was getting a little cold, stood by the door.
“You’d better come in while I find one then,” she said, opening the door wide enough to let him through, but still shielding herself from the outside world. Continue reading