The Door at the End of the Corridor on the Seventh Floor

door
is blue. Or black, maybe.

It’s a dark colour and it opens with a knock.

Or two.

Footsteps, a pause, then the click.

That’s the order of it.

I like the pause.

I know she’s looking at me through the small lens.

Just for a second.

The well oiled brass deadbolt prepares for its surrender.

Again.

The smooth click of defeat.

Unlocked, unbolted, unnecessary.

Open.

In.

Click.

The lock is a lock once more.

Now with two in its charge.

 

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