I was busy in the kitchen tonight, cleaning up and the doorbell rang. It took me no more than a minute to get to the door and no one was there. There wasn't even a car driving away or someone walking on the street. There was no....one...at...all.
But there on the porch railing was an old milk glass egg cup that I recognized. It had belonged to my Aunt Lee, dead now for more than ten years. I had been allowed to take it from the things she left at my parents' home. I know I took it somewhere and that I haven't seen it for a while.
When I picked it up tonight, it was dirty like it had lain somewhere, forgotten, and inside the cup was a fuzzy insect's nest. There was nothing...else...at...all.
Was it lying somewhere outside unnoticed and a passer-by picked it up? Did a neighbor - perhaps the neighbor right next door - find it in his yard? Was it in a brother's or sister's yard after a long-ago picnic, lying forgotten and just recently found?
The biggest mystery is this. Why didn't the person who found it and perched it on the porch rail wait for someone to open the door? Perhaps, no...one...rang...the...bell. Perhaps, it was my Aunt Lee returning her egg cup to me. Whooooohoooo. Did you hear that?
It is not too early for weird things to happen.
(It was probably the neighbors. They are pretty shy.)
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