Sunday, June 9, 2013
Staring into Space #12
2. Two what? Two doors? Two floors? Two rooms behind? I'm a patient man. I'll wait and see. I have nothing better to do. The doors stare back at me. Do they ask me to enter? Still no sign of life from beyond. I'm waiting, staring. Then I notice. I'm not there, in the reflection. I'm not staring back. My reflection has already entered. It waits for me to catch up. A bead of sweat runs into my eye. I hear a bell ring and the doors begin to open. I'm gone.
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