What I Did

It was three days after I did what I did that I knocked on her door. There was the sound of her approaching the door, the pause as she checked the peephole, and then she opened the door. She crossed her arms and stared at me.

“I-“

She raised her hand, and I stopped. She continued to stare.

“If-“

The hand went back up. I stopped. More staring.

After a few long moments, I threw up my hands and turned to go.

“So, what you did. I kinda did it to.”

I didn’t raise my hand. I just kept walking.