I'm not sure why, but I decided to go to the door again. Maybe I could find something else, a clue as to who left these strange flowers. As my hand turned the
doorknob, it began to tremble. This was the same hand that had been punctured by the thorns. I opened the door, and a shooting pain went through the hand. My
joints started to ache, and I felt like I was getting a cramp. I stared into the night air outside my door.