A knock at the door

The gun was still warm in Eric’s hand when the knock came.

Three sharp taps- could it be a neighbour, maybe a confident solicitor?

Eric tensed. Lauren wouldn’t knock, and he wasn’t expecting anyone this early. He grabbed a pair of sweats, the stereotype gun clenched in his other fist as he crept to the door.

Through the peephole, all he saw was a silhouette, their posture unnervingly still. The hallway light doing little to reveal their identity to Eric without opening the door.

No one should know I have this. He thought to himself hiding the gun behind his back.

The knock came again, louder this time.

Eric’s thumb brushed the gun’s trigger as he unlocked the door prepared to face this unexpected visitor.