Behind the Closed Door
The door next to mine, opens and closes hastily, daily, twice in a day.That’s not unusual since the inhabitant is a single man.
There’s something about the man which makes me uneasy, though.
Today, I invited myself in, once he was back home. A moment of indecision and he opened the door widely to a spartan room.
As we chatted, I heard a muffled groan. I looked questioningly at him and then towards the other closed door. He obliged unhesitatingly. I saw another neat room with an open kitchen.
As I was leaving, I guess, I heard another groan.