Dead End

The door banged shut with such violence that her face stung. She stared at the door, wishing it would open and he would let her into his world. Minutes passed into hours and no change in the scenery.

She walked silently...her legs doing all the talking while her mind walked in circles. Before long she was there - the street she never thought she would enter. Again. The street she vowed not to remember...with those neon lights slowly fading into blackness and ivy creeping over the buildings...she forgot the locked door for a moment and tried to ressurect the street in front of her back to its days of glory.

And then she saw the wall...how could she have forgotten? This street lead to nowhere. She had tried to scale the wall, to break it but all that was broken was her resolve. She had walked away bruised. It just stood - A reminder of its strength and her lack of determination. The Dead End.

She turned back and re-traced her steps. No more looking at the buildings, no more recollecting promenades on the pavement or songs on terraces. She walked to the door. His door. It was still locked. He would open the door someday. Hopefully. She cuddled on the steps and slowly drifted to sleep. Life Begins.