THE COMING

The knock came again, it was on his door. Who would be coming to his house? He had no friends or lovers? And Isabella had stopped speaking with him. Grudgingly, he walked to the door and opened. It was Isabella. Unlatching the locks quickly, he opened wide the door and bade her to come in.

‘You are welcome. I am sorry I have been engrossed in a lot of work and didn’t hear the knocking on the door. How have you been?’

Michael was not sure why Isabella would suddenly appear at this door without notice. Had something happened to her father? He thought to himself

She smiled at him and tugged a loose strand of hair behind her ear. He smiled too. They were both standing in the centre of the room, uncertain what to do. Michael suddenly remembered that he had not offered her a seat. He was being a bad host.

‘I am very sorry; I should have offered you a seat. Please have a seat.’

‘No, its fine. I should be headed out now and allow you to finish up on your work.’

‘Not so fast. At least have a d