Gemotions

The doorbell rang, its shrill noise slicing through the quiet evening. Sarah didn't even bother to glance through the peephole. It was probably another package for the woman who’d lived here before. *Mrs. Eleanor Finch*. She was tired of the incessant deliveries.

Ignoring the insistent buzzing, she grabbed her keys and headed out, deliberately letting the unopened package sit on the welcome mat. The cold night air was a welcome contrast to the cramped feeling of her apartment. She walked past the package as she left, her boots crunching on the gravel. Let the next person who came by deal with it.