136. an old true story


at a party
where nobody knew
our names
*
we walk
in the front door and go right 
out the back door!




 
—This door in the woods captured my attention, so I snapped it.  Later in reflecting on the image, it brought to mind a scenario of a party with my then boyfriend.   We really didn’t want to go but felt obligated.  All dressed up and feeling a little weird,  we stepped into the party, looked at each other and without skipping a beat, kept on walking right through and out the back door.  Outside we looked at each other again, taking off high heels and tie....we climbed into his red roadster and sped off giggling.