Another Door

I saw this door, she said, and just knew that if I crossed the threshold, I would see something that would cause my whole life to change.

What happened when you went in? he asked.

Are you kidding? Her eyes became teary. I didn’t dare! No-one would recognize me after I came out. 

Were you ever sorry you didn’t risk it? He put his hand to her cheek.

Every day of my life. She looked down.

He lifted her face again, and looked in her eyes. Then we’ll find another door.


About CarolWiebe

Art entices, inspires, and delights me. Art is a vehicle for laughter, tears, wonder, enlightenment--taking me on a constant path of discovery. You can't say that about housework (except, perhaps, for the crying part).
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2 Responses to Another Door

  1. Deb Sims says:


  2. CarolWiebe says:

    Deb, thank you. You know my processes, and this is one of those images I would like to “translate” into a stitched paper piece.

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