for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt where the given word is Unwelcome and the limit 91 words.
With my feet planted on the unwelcome mat, I take a deep breath and press the bell.
Why me? Why do such a soul-destroying job?
There’s a TV advert where a chap from the lottery knocks on a door and hands over a million pounds.
At Christmas, kids sing carols around doors. Doors are for greeting friends.
The lock clunks. I swallow. The door inches open.
She didn’t intend getting into debt. A single mum, no work, three hungry kids and I’m about to claim their few meagre possessions. Why me?