When Someone Comes Knocking
Maureen Sherbondy
A teacher says that when a story stalls, I should make a person appear at the door.
“Who is it?” I ask.
A brown-haired monkey appears. When invited in, the creature climbs on the crystal chandelier in the foyer. Running to find the kitchen, she discovers the granite island where a bowl of fruit taunts. After devouring three bananas, the monkey then swallows down the remainder of my egg salad sandwich. My stomach growls and I throw her out.
“Who is it?” I call again.