The Doorbell Rang

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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