go in

she showed up
stood outside the door
the alley was dark, damp
a streetlight flickered around the corner
pushing long shadows up the wall beside her
she had but to turn the rusty knob
and she’d be inside
taking in the sights and sounds
people, art, life
what was stopping her
she was stuck
feet rooted to the floor
hands hanging limply at her sides
just turn the knob
go in

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