Hearing things

She hears a car pull slowly onto the street outside. She hears the dull thud of a car door opening and closing. She waits to hear the footsteps up the wooden steps to her side porch. She waits to hear the knock. They don't come.

She gets up to look outside. Perhaps her visitor is hesitant? Waylaid by the unshovelled snow?

No one is outside of her house. She sees her neighbour's front door slowly swinging closed.

She goes back to the computer to stare blankly at the screen like she was doing before. She doesn't cry.