KNOCK AT THE DOOR

23:48 and there’s a knock at the front door. It’s late, I keep doing what I’m doing don’t answer the knock. Feel anxious, who can it be this time of night?
After a few minutes I open the door of the room I’m in as quietly as possible walk along the hall and stand listening.
‘You got any money you can give me? says a man’s voice.
‘No,’ says another man’s voice.
‘You sure?’ said the first.
‘Yes,’ said the second, ‘I’m sure.’
There was the sound of a flat’s front door closing, of footsteps across the floor of the quadrant, the door to the corridor open, close, the footsteps receding.