Chef Tom – More Short Stories and Pork Chops!

Light Beneath the Door

I step up to the door of her lab. Three short knocks is what she wants to hear when dinner is ready. Nothing more, nothing less. Just like every other evening at this time.

I raise my fist to wrap on the metal three times and notice the light from inside the lab sneaking out from under the door to illuminate the toes of my shoes.  Just as I draw back my fist, I hear from behind the barrier a loud Crackle! Buzz! Pop! and watch the light on my shoes flash from yellow to blue to white and back again.

Silence.