Doors - Part 8

by Ken Walker

Title

Doors - Part 8

Artist

Ken Walker

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Digital Art - Digital Painting

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8th in the series The Story Vol 1 telling the story of finding hope in the midst of grief.

- "There he was. Or so she thought that was him. She hadn't seen him in over a year, not since her chance meeting with the cute stranger at the Cranberry back in New York. Truth it had been more of a hit-and-run and she hadn't let herself off the hook for being such a, 'total spaz,' as she put it, for smiling and then running off without getting his name. She had regretted it, and as that moment replayed over and over again in her dreams, she new there was more there in his eyes, in his smile, than she was aware of then. But, would he remember her? And what if he did? She had returned to the cafe on more than one occasion hoping to run (not literally this time) into him to finish was never got started. She hadn't felt this for anyone, definitely not since her husband had passed. Had he wondered about her all this time. Was he looking for her? Questions. Insecurities. Her mind was busy creating doors for her to either open or close. Would she recognize the right door if she were standing right in front of it? And would she have the courage to walk through as she hadn't before?

She continued to saunter towards him in what she hoped came across as alluring confidence, with a touch of mystery, but imagined that for him she probably looked more menacing. She couldn't keep herself calm, she was excited to see him again. As she grew closer, there was no doubt he was here, standing a few feet from her, now looking very pale with a look of surprise mixed with desire. Desire for her. Was it her imagination? Then he made that small step in her direction, and she found herself standing on the other side of the door. It belonged to him. She felt herself relax as if they had never been apart. It was then that she let go, and let the words trickle out, 'Hi. You're late!' She meant it to be playful. Too much? For a second, she saw panic flicker across his face, and then disappear as he too relaxed. 'I won't be late again,' he replied with a smile that signaled his playful intentions. She warmed to him. For reasons she didn't understand, she had already given this man her heart. She felt her body moving around him as she whispered in his ear, "I'm glad your hear now" She meant it with every fiber of her being. There were no other "Doors" except the ones they would open together.

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March 2nd, 2020

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