Screen Door


Between us stands this old screen door and something more. Out here explorations of the world can begin.

There is no time but the present. A bush rustles. The screen breathes. Hints of bacon, cheese, peanut butter drift to me.

I call to you, again and again. My voice echoes loud and clear into the cavernous interior. Are you there? I worry. Tentatively, I reach out to swipe at the screen. The old door rattles.

Pacing resumes as I try to see deeper inside. What could possibly bring such delay? I cry low in anguish.

Faintly, I hear video games.


Photo is copyright by Nathalie Martin. (100 words)

Daily Post prompt.

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