The Visit

The house was in a dark place. Surrounded by a bevy of Pine trees along the fence. Oleander bushes strategically placed as well. Constructed of wood and stucco, nothing about the house stood out. The front door was recessed about 3 feet and not lighted. In the center, about nose high for a short guy of 5' 7", a small rectangular opening, fitted with a slider, was the only remarkable feature of an otherwise unremarkable entrance. Windows were not featured on either side of the door.

The man stood directly in front of the slider. It sure is dark here. He pulled a small slip of paper from an inside coat pocket. It was given to him by his contact at the coffee shop a few miles away. From his left pants pocket he pulled out his Zippo. Striking it to life he examined the address on the slip of paper by the yellowish glow of the flame. This is the house. The man replaced the items into their respective pockets.

Taking a deep breath the man raised his right hand to the door and rapped 3 evenly timed raps and waited. The contact said not to be impatient. The occupant of the house would be checking surveillance systems. Give the house time. After a sweat filled time of in determent length the slider slid aside to reveal a set of steely brown eyes below heavy bushy brows and a whitish glow of incandescent lighting. The man outside the door took in a quick raspy breath.

The man, rattled, almost forgot what to do next. What was it? O yes, "Harry made me an appointment."

"Harry who?"

"Harry Hand"

The slider closed. The man was left in darkness again. Soon a lock was released on the house side of the door. The door opened wide. "Quickly enter now."

The man quickly entered. The door closed. The medical exam could now be done away from the prying eyes of the government health care system.