Door Stories

lying awake light flooding from under the crack in the door voices starting at a whisper, slowly growing louder till they escalate so much I can hear them in my fevered dreams midnight already, but the storm hasn’t even begun woken up by another fight that I have not partaken in “open the door isabelle” “please, for the love of god, open the door” “open it or I’ll kick it in” I tried to block them out once, bought earplug...

DoorTake a chanceOpen the doorYou may be amazedFor love is in the airOn this day of loversThis Valentine Day

She stood still before knocking, She knocked before stepping in. The room was empty, There were no signs of habitation except for an expired rocking-chair, Old stubborn orchids whispered in suspended vacuum. She never came to this room. She couldn't find a door to knock upon.

The cold seeped through the seams of her flimsy jacket and Kat shivered violently. The icy finger of a zephyr curled its way around her neck like a scarf and raised goosebumps over her back. Impatiently, she pressed the doorbell for a third time. The snow had arrived a month earlier and had not left, lying in a thick blanket that seemed to hold in the freezing temperatures. Unable to cope, public transport had ground to a...