The delivery boy has left but the dust kicked up by his bike tires still hang in the air.

The box of groceries sit on the porch, just out of reach. 

In my despair, I wondered if the boy knew what he had done. If the action had been purposeful. But there was truly no reason to believe that.

Whatever the cause, this was the effect. I would need to step beyond my doorway.

Sounds simple, no?

No.