At the Door: A Short Story
by Andrew C. Katen
One
minute, I was sitting in my work cubicle. The next, I was standing outside a
doorway, across from a stranger. Had I just been transported to another
dimension? Perhaps I was just dreaming.
“Welcome,”
the man said in a soft, soothing voice. He was dressed casually, in material
that flowed easily. I don’t usually remember such details, but I believe his
clothes were white, or maybe cream-colored. Seems like he wore a short-sleeved
collared shirt that was tucked into slacks. His hair was blonde, jaw square,
and teeth perfect. The man exuded neatness, cleanliness, and impeccability. Was
he a television actor, or an angel?
When he smiled, I felt the sincerity
of his kindness in the depths of my soul. This man was genuinely pleased to see
me.
