The Doorbell Rang
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A quick little bite of fiction for Friday…
The doorbell rang.
Harvey stared at the front door, dreading what might stand on the other side. What horror might await the unwary? A salesman? Perhaps one thinly disguised offering a prize or special discount. Or the young variety, fundraising with chocolate or magazines. Perhaps someone canvassing for charity? A politician? It might even be the dreaded invitation to a local church.
The doorbell rang.
It could be worth a man’s wallet, life, political allegiance, or immortal soul to answer the door.
The doorbell rang, but Harvey didn’t answer. He didn’t even bother to bark. The rug was too comfortable.
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