dull brass door knob

Kelly let the thin plastic handle of the grocery bag slip off her curled fingers, setting the loose bundle of canned tomatoes, mozzarella cheese, and bread settle down on her front step. She took the white envelope perched atop the dull brass door knob and after glancing at the handwritten scrawl, “Mrs. Stewart,” Kelly slipped the fold of paper into her back pocket. Twisting a key in the lock, she lifted the bag of food and wound her way into the kitchen of her home.

Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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