As soon as I heard the tone of your voice
I knew I would change the story.
Right there, sitting on the step,
with the phone still warm against my ear,
I said out loud “It will not end this way.”
I never looked back.
I just cut a hole through the wall,
and changed the language of doors.
©2013 Jen Payne. IMAGE: The Open Door, Leon Spilliaert, 1945
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2 replies on “Alternate Ending”
Love this. So good..”change the language on the door”…wow, this line gave me so much to think about.
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