I wrote this piece for my poetry site, but decided I’d share it here as well.
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Wait before me.
I stand before closed doors
But do not let that hinder me:
The doors obeyed.
And now I stand in awe.
I see what possibilities
I must decide:
Will I cross the threshold?
Will I accept new challenges?
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This is the first time I’ve participated in Five-Sentence Fiction. It was fun. If you’d like to join in, use the link below to find out the details on the home site.
The door to Samuel’s office was closed for good. Ever since he’d shot himself there, his father, the patriarch of the business, had forbidden anyone to open it once the body had been removed.
Everyone thought Samuel had shot himself because of his wife’s death from an apparent heart attack, but Carol knew differently, and she had to get into that office to make sure he hadn’t tucked away a confession somewhere. Sam had given her a key, and she’d use it after the building was closed.
If he had left a note admitting that he’d murdered his wife, Carol wanted to be sure he hadn’t told the whole story, including naming his accomplice.
Copyright: Sandra Conner
Two doors stand at the end of this room — each beckoning you to move forward and find out what’s “beyond.” Which one would you choose?
Okay, you all know how much I love Christmas, so, naturally, I have to bring the celebration to my windows. This is three views of the window of my front door and the Christmas wreath which pretty much covers it. So, yeah, really it’s pictures of my Christmas wreath, but I figure there’s enough window showing to make it legal for the challenge.
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One of my favorite windows in the world: My front door. In the U. S. it’s quite common to have two doors at the entrances: One a normal wooden door and the other a storm/screen door, which usually consists of glass windows which can be converted to screens for warm weather. Some are plain and some are embellished with designs made from different materials — often wrought iron — like mine. When the sun rises every morning, this is the beautiful scene I encounter, and I love the way the storm door windows allow both sun and shadow to paint a picture on my wooden door.
Be sure to leave a comment and link to your own windows. Thanks to all of you for joining in and opening so many windows into your world for us to share.