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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.

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