It was a request that blew in the front door with used-paper-brown-bag-wrinkled leaves, only noticed by the straw of a broom. It was answered as a small nuisance, a grumble of a no.
It was a second request that blew the front door open. Even the dog raised her head. It was answered with a shake of the head, a push of a no.
It was a third request that blew the door off its hinges. It shattered the glass. It was answered with a firm and final no, followed by moving the door to the other side of the house.
published in Prolific Pulse
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