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Someone is on the other side of the door.
What is it they want?
Are you going to open it?
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It has been so long. I've waited years to see him. I'm remembering how exciting it was to be with him, always up and moving. I was happy just to go along.
I loved that person. I mean, I still love him, but will I love who he has become?
I hear the car pull up and suddenly I'm scared. My head is full of what-ifs.
What if it's too uncomfortable? What if I can't see who he used to be? What if he can't see me?
My hand is clammy on the doorknob. There are butterflies in my stomach.
I open the door to a different face but to that smile that warms my fear.
~ shabby girl
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It has been so long. I've waited years to see him. I'm remembering how exciting it was to be with him, always up and moving. I was happy just to go along.
I loved that person. I mean, I still love him, but will I love who he has become?
I hear the car pull up and suddenly I'm scared. My head is full of what-ifs.
What if it's too uncomfortable? What if I can't see who he used to be? What if he can't see me?
My hand is clammy on the doorknob. There are butterflies in my stomach.
I open the door to a different face but to that smile that warms my fear.
Ohhh, SG... love the tension in this piece.
Shabby Girl....I love it! I think you have expressed a feeling we all have had and can identify with. A long lost friend who we were so close to years ago...almost rather not meet them again. What if they had changed, a different person...it might destroy some memories that need to be preserved. You hit home with me!
Dan
hello, shabby girl!
I love how you build up the anxiety then release it with that wonderful last line!
Well done!
Thank you LJ, Dan, & 2doors! But most of all, thank you for this wonderful place to express!
He came for tea and scones
He said I make them best
He's trying to flatter me
Ah! I'm flattered.
He's in.
'Aren't these scones delicious'? he says.
'Ring' rang the bell. Somebody knocked on the door.
From my place on the sofa all I could see was a black shape through the glass, a dark figure.
I wondered who would be this early in the morning. Maybe dad, who had come to visit me. Or maybe John, who had forgotten his keys. I don't know.
Maybe it was someone who was going to bring more unhappiness to my life, who has going to make me more worried, more tired...
Maybe it was someone, on the other hand, who was going to bring me happiness, the one to make me smile at last, somebody to take all the stress away, to make my worries disappear...
I won't know, I told myself, until I open that door.
I toddled towards it, irresolutely, still wondering who that person would be. I reached out, for the door's handle, shaking a little. Maybe this person is going to make my life worse... Yes, definetely, I was then thinking about the bad 'mabies'.
I opened the door, looking at the floor, not daring to look up yet, worried about the stranger I was about to met, wondering if the stranger may bring more unhappiness, more worries...
And when, finally, I looked up and saw the stranger's face...
I discovered it brought peace.
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