The locked door
Locked out. Now, why on Earth would they lock this place up?
There’s no one inside and there’s nothing of value in a vacant house. I’ve got to get in. Find some shelter. The sky is going to open up very soon.
I’ll rattle the door knob. As if that will do any good. Perhaps I can pull it out. I could kick in the door. Why couldn’t I have been a locksmith? They do it in the movies. I’ll pick the lock.
Now, where’s my pocket knife? I’ve been fiddling around trying to get the door unlocked for nearly 10 minutes. I’m starting to lose my cool. It’s starting to rain.
The heavens have opened. The rain is coming down in torrents.
Finally, after another five minutes of frustration combined with anger I get the door open. I get inside and close the door. It won’t shut properly so I’ll sit down and rest against it. Then I spot it. All the frustration could have been avoided.
Not only is a window open but so is the back door. Readers interested in contributing to Writers’ Corner can email stories (maximum 200 words) to email@example.com. Writers of the Coral Coast meet at 2pm on the second and fourth Sundays of the month at the City of Greater Geraldton Library. The group welcomes writers of all abilities.