THE BOOK

Nine short chapters, 3,827 words(ish) and no mushrooms.

Early morning, okay, afternoon. Door bell will not let him sleep, knocking on the window makes it harder and the shouting of his name through the letter box makes it impossible. So he answers the door naked, apart from socks, and an old, maybe unknown, woman hands him a book. An old book, a heavy book, a fluffy kitten embossed book. Where will this lead? To be honest, I have no idea...