Here’s a tasty sample of a work in progress.
Jack happened to be walking past the front door on the way to the kitchen when the doorbell rang. It was too late for anyone to drop by so before opening the door, he glanced through the peephole. The only thing he saw was a fleeting glance of a white, flowing nightgown and what looked like a woman stepping off the front porch. At least, that’s what it looked like.The porch accent lights weren’t bright enough to light the sidewalk beyond the porch.