November 20, 2018
It was a wood door, painted brown. It had one foot-square pane of glass at eye level. Arranged below that vertically were two square wood panels with recessed circles in them. There was a brass knocker screwed to the door below the window. The door handle and deadbolt were also brass. The concrete walk ran the length of the house and curved around the corner to the left. Dying flower beds hugged the house up to the sidewalk. I could see the reflection of a tree in the window. Then I saw a flash of movement on the other side.