The Wrong Side of the Door

by Cherry Homer

I’m standing on the wrong side of a door that won’t open. If I could reach through it, I would be able to touch the shoulder of the person I want to be. As it is, I’m trapped here. Between your dreams and mine. Why must I always tread the paths you’ve chosen? I’ve a mind of my own, but the power to use it leaked away, along with my control, the night you kissed me and told me beautiful lies.


Cherry Homer lives in the UK. She's a member of Critters Bar, a forum for writers to post, read, and critique short stories.


Leatherdykeuk said...

Lovely piece.

Joe said...

Wow, this is a great piece. Evocative and just plain dazzling in its beauty and originality. Look forward to more of your work.

GM said...

I love this piece. It's both surreal and strikingly real at the same time. Nice work.

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Anonymous said...

Cherry - love this still
caccy46 (Caroline W)

Quin Browne said...

beautiful lies are the best kind.

Bob Jacobs said...

Nice one, Cherry.