Grace

Nodding off in my dilapidated easy chair; a soft gentle knock on the door Stand and stagger to answer it; I kick an empty beer can across the floor. Bleary eyed I look through the peek hole, I don’t see anyone there. Slowly I turn towards the LIVING ROOM , shaking my finger in my ear. The noise startled me : TAP TAP TAP that’s all I could hear. Do I answer the door , or go get a cold beer. I turn back around ( I’m getting dizzy ) the door I quickly open wide. A dishearten young girl, nine maybe ten; three days dirt on her face: I CRIED ( to be continued )