When the doorbell rang
When the doorbell rang ...
I was sitting, reading
'Black Dog of Fate'
I read to the end of the paragraph
then opened the door.
They showed me their teeth
Olympic grade, synchronised smiling
then asked me
had I heard the good news?
I hadn't.
The younger one
hair as dry and black as burnt toast
fierce lips and a tongue bulging with truth
told me some stuff.
For some reason
I thought about Danish pastry
the type with half an apricot and custard cream.
The older one was calm.
She asked me
did I have faith?
Yes I did
I had faith that the universe was created
by Seven Evil Dwarfs.
Apparently
that was the wrong answer:
they hoped their pamphlets would help me.
I thanked them
went back to my book about the Armenian Genocide.