The Knock at the Door

I recently got a new smart phone with a big flat screen and it came with a document editor. To test this out, I decided to write a little story. Here is a piece of Phone Flash for ya:

The knock at the door. He started, cigarette ash falling abruptly. Should he call out? No. The last time had been so… Messy.
Between the tension of the first knock and the second, he unwound his lanky thighs from the kitchen chair, knees aching. It had been a long day of nothing, staring into space. He put his eye to the peephole. “Orders were called off”, the brusque voice said quietly. “go home.”
He sighed, dismantling his weapon. The President would live yet another day.