Dinner
The doorbell rings with a
ding, dong.
The is opened with a
swish.
I step into the house
and walk the wooden stairs
with the
click, clack
of my heels.
When I reach the top
I hear a
clang, smash, click
and a bang.
Maybe I shouldn't
have come to dinner.
Copyright © Kiikii Squeaky | Year Posted 2010
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