Knocking

A stranger was knocking at the door

Welcome to Wednesday’s flash fiction wherein I write, as part of a group, a flash fiction based on the same short prompt and post the story. I hope you enjoy this week’s contribution.

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Holding the curtain, I glanced below. A man stood at the door, half obscured from my vantage point.

“Who is it?” Gavriel said behind me.

“No one I know.” Letting the curtain go, I turned back. Gavriel was hunched over his beakers.

He scowled without looking up. “Get rid of them.”

I nodded and hurried downstairs. The knocking matching my gait. Cracking the door, I scowled at the man. “Go away, the professors busy.”

His foot was between the door and frame before I could react. “I must speak with him before–” An explosion rumbled above. “It’s too late.”

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