My computer will surely send me over the deep end before long. It is old and tired and not all that willing to cooperate – more than trying my patience! Took me than one reboot to get this baby out but finally, here’s my version! Thank you Rochelle, for your tireless hosting of Friday Fictioneers. Thank you c.e.ayr for this fabulous picture. How did you know I love doors?
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Word count: 100
When One Door Opens...
She strolled, admiring doorways, a form of meditation, if you will. She never could sit, pretzel-like, eyes closed, hands out in that famous yoga pose, seeking wisdom. How the hell were you supposed to empty your mind and breathe when you were cramping up all over the place or going numb? No, much better to walk…
Alexander Graham Bell’s: “When one door closes another door opens, but we so often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door, that we do not see the ones which open for us,” came to mind.
Smiling, she stepped over the chain.