It swings open slowly.The house is empty and the creaks keep her awake at night. It opens and there is only darkness beyond.During the day, the tea kettle screams. She takes it off the burner, pouring the hot water into a cup, tea bag floating to the top. The groan of the floorboards under weight, echoes from down the hall, she is still and waits, will it shut or open? The door lets in or keeps out, the darkness just beyond.
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Alina Happy Hansen is a Writer in Salt Lake City, Utah. She is Graduating with a BA in English and Minor in Writing and Rhetoric in Spring 2018. Alina writes Poetry, Fiction, and Short Stories. View all posts by alinahappyhansenwriter