Parastory: Sam Can’t Wait

His feet made little sound as he slowly walked across the floor. He had opened the front door slowly and quietly, turning the doorknob at a snail’s pace.

“How could she do this to me”, he thought to himself.

He had left the shoes out in the hall.

“Do I really care about this? Is this expected of me?”

He didn’t know even how to react to whatever he might see. He thankfully couldn’t hear anything from the bedroom beyond. He had no evidence but just a feeling. Halfway across the floor he stopped. “What should I do?” the thought to himself again. “You’ll do what you feel.”

He crept closer to the door. It was just slightly ajar. He placed his fingers upon the door and slowly pushed it open…

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