Knock, knock, knock...

The suns rays pulsated, sending a buzz through the air, reminding me of a summer that was coming to a close. This was the last house. The draw string bag felt heavy on my shoulder. Packets of cookies rustled from within. I tried again.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Hello, do you want some cookies?" I waited, the sun was starting to die, just one more house...

The door creaked.

"Hello?" Came a voice. Locks clicked and revealed a women. Child on her hip, cooeing softly.

"Cookies?" I asked, surely she could grasp from the uniform what I was doing.

"Ah yes!" The lady smiled, eyes glinting. She placed the child on the floor and reached to leaf through my stock, I pulled away.

"Sorry, it's policy that customers don't touch or tamper with the merchandise."

"Oh of course" smiled the women. "You sure sound properly grown up."

"Chocolate or vanilla?" I asked, ignoring the comment.

"How about chocolate." The lady said hand held out.

"$8.95." I replied, bag still held out of reach.

"Right, I'll just get that." She turned, revealing the cream coloured hallway to the rest of the two storey, brick house.

"I can leave these on the table if you want." I stepped in, following her through to the kitchen.

"Here it is dear-" The lady began, turning to face me. I smiled, my kitchen knife now out of the bag, aimed and ready.