this morning #772.

this morning, someone was slowly slinking up the spiral staircase. that someone hadn’t said a word thus far but an audible limp gave them away. i hadn’t said a word in return. the simplest thing to do would’ve been to poke the ol’ rifle out the cracked bedroom door, blast the likely threat back down the stairs & get back to the business at hand. i didn’t yet know if the intruder was friend or foe though so i kept my gun at my side while i scrolled through my mental rolodex. did i even know anyone with a limp? it could be an old acquaintance with a new injury. all at once, i raised up my gun. if it was some human that i knew, there would’ve at least been a “hello.” i determined it had to be foe.