Savta Bubbleman’s Tall Tales

Shuly and I walked down the block. When we reached the corner, we turned down a long, narrow path. At the end of the path was a rounded yellow door. There was no doorbell, only a large, black knocker.

“Shuly, can you knock?” I asked. I was carrying a large container filled with piping hot chicken soup.

Shuly lifted the knocker and let it drop.

BANG!

We heard yelling from behind the door.

“SHA! STOP BANGING! I’M NOT THAT OLD! I CAN STILL HEAR!”