The Girl at the Door

The knocking wouldn’t stop.

It was a lazy Saturday morning in the middle of summer. Mum and Dad had gone to work early as usual, leaving my brother, Jamie, and me home alone. Dreading our precious Saturdays all by ourselves had become normal, three whole months after Mum and Dad opened their sushi restaurant in the city. At least they had bought us more toys.

We were just about to bite into our toast with egg and cheese when the knocking started. The week-long rain had finally stopped, and beautiful sunshine was beaming over the whole neighbourhood. It would have been a perfect day for a picnic.

I looked at Jamie. Jamie shrugged. “A delivery?”

I took a bite of my toast and walked to the door. Mum always said never to open the door, but to check first and call her. I peeked through the narrow window beside the door to see who it was.

It was a girl. A pretty, doll-like girl.

…what happens next? You decide!