The girl next door

It doesn’t matter whether I arrive at my apartment building at lunch time or late in the evening. When I climb the last step, I know for certain if my mysterious neighbor is there or not. She always lights one of those incense sticks whose scent goes beyond her door.

The duelist

Two duelists were back to back. They had to walk ten steps apart. One of them turned back after his eighth step and fired. His bullet missed the still walking man. This latter continued walking his three steps. He turned, pointed his gun slowly and killed the other defenseless duelist.