I stand at the beginning of Memory Lane, taking in its linear perspective. A row of connected townhomes line the sidewalk to the right as far as the eye can see. To the left is a row of manicured trees framing the city’s botanical garden. A beautiful street that holds many memories for me and many secrets. It is with great effort that I manage to take the first few steps along the sidewalk. My initial hesitancy is quickly forgotten as memories flood my senses. Some of these doors I have entered many times; some I wish I hadn’t. Anticipation builds as I make my way toward the last townhome. I stop and stare at number 115, its door ajar. I feel the traffic holding its breath; sky a tense diaphragm of apprehension. Could it be? There is only one way to find out.
Prompted by Sadje’s What do you see # 199 and dVerse host Kim’s Prosery: Twice Shy
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Excellent combination of both the challenges Jennifer. Thanks for joining in.
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Thank you, Sadje! I😊
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You’re most welcome
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An interesting combination of prompts, Jennifer; I enjoyed the trip down Memory Lane with you. I’m curious about the doors you wish you hadn’t entered and what was behind them. And what is behind number 115 that caused apprehension?
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Thank you! I’m glad it piqued your curiosity. 😀
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Oh wow, so many possibilities! What could it be? Nicely constructed!
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Thank you!😊
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There is only one way to know I guess, and being the last door to open there are no more options than being where you are.
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True 😊
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Ooooo, intriguing indeed!
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Thank you! 😊
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Great mystery
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Thank you! 😊
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