Open

A lot of things that should be open are closed. Your hard heart for instance.

What are you talking about?

You don’t care about anyone but yourself! Think about someone else for a change.

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

4 thoughts on “Open”

  1. “Come in, we’re OPEN”, the sign on the door proclaimed. And yet when I went inside the diner, I felt as though I was the first person through the door in a hundred years. The counter was covered in a thick layer of dust…the waitress looked surprised to see me, WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON HERE?!

  2. “I can’t open this,” she whined, holding the small bottle out to me.
    Sighing, I twisted off the cap and handed it back to her. She slowly fished out a small, green capsule and reluctantly placed it on her tongue.
    “You know I hate you for this,” she whispered as she swallowed.

  3. It seems of late that I am experiencing problems with opening things. My hands don’t seem to be working as well as they used to. Have you tried to open those child-proof bottles? Yee Gads! I use a lot of four-letter words while attempting to unscrew and uncork things. Finally, I have to resort to asking my husband to help me open a bottle or a jar. Whazzup? Where did the strength in my hands disappear to? It’s so damned frustrating. Yet another symptom of aging. I’ll just get myself one of those whoozamajingies they sell for seniors that help in unscrewing. So pardon my language but screw it; I’m going to open things again all by myself.

  4. “Open , open the door “.
    A few tentative knocks had become a hail of hysterical hammerings, in a matter of minutes. She was very scared . Raising supersensitive children , all on her own was not easy . Everyday brought new challenges to the fore .
    “Opennn, Goddammit”. She was practically howling .
    The door remain unmoved .
    After a pregnant pause , she smelt , with rising alarm , something burning . Fear clutched at her heart . Wisps of smoke escaped from underneath the door .

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