When you let me in

Keys in front door

Photo credit: Lyssa Medana

I knew you liked me.

The way you smiled at me,  your eyes lit up when you said hello to me in the street.

You were special, not like the other girls.

That’s why you invited me in wasn’t it?

That’s why you left your keys on the outside of the front door, to invite me in?

I took your keys for you, stepped into the hall and closed the door carefully, considerately. I heard music coming from the kitchen, heard you singing along; so happy, like always. Your sparkling eyes found mine…


…only why’d you have to scream?


About TheImaginator

35 year old sciolist living in Tokyo. I like swing dancing, Twitter word games, writing, using Stumbleupon.com, reading, and watching movies. I write stuff on my blog occasionally.
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4 Responses to When you let me in

  1. Oh the drama, the self deception, the danger… Great story.

  2. joetwo says:

    Crossed signals? Very good piece!

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