The Door
You step past the broken metal gate and feel the soft give of mats put to the ground in lieu of a drive. They are worn, beaten – a glaring metaphor for the house in front of you.
You can hear raised voices behind the door – a young couple, fighting their case. It’s raw, emotional. True love… from deep in the dark of the house, a powerful light tries to burst free, illuminating the edges of the door. It reminds you of the Twilight Zone. You look behind you – somehow, the sky itself seems to shift and twist with also, as if fighting for freedom, as if it’s desperate to join together.
It’s overwhelming to stand here; inside pure love is screaming to break free…
Do you open the door? Or do you return to the street and continue through Valentine?