I sat rocking on the porch of the old mansion. It needed all the windows replaced, but the bones were good.I was waiting for some clients to show up. A man slipped into the rocker beside me. I hadn't noticed his approach.
"Nice evenin'" he said. "Mind if I sit?"
"No, not at all."
I turned to look at a car coming up the old dirt road to the house. I turned back to suggest that the rest of his party had arrived but he was gone as quietly as he came.
Technically this is more than a paragraph because of the dialogue. If that kicks it, let me know. I'll write another.
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