Knocking

It was a tiny knocking.

Nothing demanding or aggressive, just persistent enough to be heard over the television.

She only had one night left in her current lodgings.

This was the first time she’d heard the knocking, though.

Being there alone with no close neighbors, she wondered if she should be concerned.

It was windy outside, with gusts that were truly impressive, but it had been windy all day and there had been no knocking.

It would be easy enough to open the curtain that covered the door and see what was knocking.

But it was easier to ignore it.