Visitor - At the end of work one Summer's day on my way home
I dropped round to my parents' house to see how they were doing.
My brother (who was still
living at home) and my father were out at work and my mother was out as
well – possibly shopping for the meal that evening – but I knew one of
them would be home shortly so I let myself in with my back door key and
sat down in the living room to wait for someone to return.
I didn't have long to
wait. I heard what sounded like my brother coming in through the
back door, but he seemed unusually heavy footed, as if he was deliberately
stamping his feet as he walked.
I thought he was messing
about and that maybe he didn't realise I was in the house. I prepared
to surprise him as he walked into the living room.
On the contrary, I was
the one who was surprised. Instead of my brother, a total stranger
tramped into the room, looked around briefly and sat down in an armchair...