Posts Tagged ‘wooden doors’

The Door

August 30, 2016

The Door

The door was large. It was wide open. The sun shone on the tile floors. She stood by the entrance, near the brick wall. Was he going to come? Was he going to show up this afternoon? She couldn’t wait much longer. What if someone saw her? What would she say if an acquaintance asked her? Mass wouldn’t be starting for another 3 hours. She’d take the risk. She’d simply say that she had to tell him something about the Legion of Mary, something like that. Making something up wasn’t quite right, but she didn’t care. The last time she had seen him was almost 2 weeks ago. It was an eternity. She didn’t like eternities. A man opened one of the other doors, by the altar. She made the sign of the Cross and swallowed. Her knees felt funny, as if they would betray her. She walked towards him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Steps

June 2, 2012

The Steps

It is dark on Park Avenue. The old church has steps going all the way up to the main doors. These are concrete steps, a man walking by tells his friend. And concrete steps are hard to sit on even in the summer months. There is someone with her back against one of the wooden doors. Other people walk by. She watches them taking pictures of the church and of her and her animal in the cage. “Is it ok?” A tourist asks smiling and waving his hand. “Sure. Why not?, ” the woman answers. “My cat is photogenic.”