The girl stood at the door. It was open or so she had been told. She would take every risk, seize every opportunity. If she decided not to open this door, the rest of her life would be spent regretting it.
While she knew what stood beyond the double doors, the girl didn’t know the full details. The image in her mind was a vague outline of a face with no features. Not knowing hurt more, she realized, than being lied to.
A few more minutes passed. If she waited any longer, her body may very well combust.
She was told to expect the best.
But with one hand on the metal door and the other on the knob, she prepared for the worst.
Herminia Chow 
You leave us dangling, Herminia, as good writers often do.
Big Hugs
john
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Oh John thank you for the kind words.
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my pleasure..you have great potential, Herminia
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That means a lot coming from you.
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This door could represent anything. This story speaks the truth.
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Yeah it could be interpreted many different ways.
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Another job well done.
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Thanks so much.
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It’s all a trick. She really should prepare for the worst. 🙂
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Ah but she still hopes for the best.
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Of course, as she should. 🙂
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That’s the spirit!
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