It’s a space I could call home. A manucured lawn, a tended landscape, slate pavers laid in a welcoming walkway. All I need to do is step through this open door.
But the surrounding darkness ensnares me. A paralyzing anxiety consumes me. Would that I let this tantalizing fear go and take…
Just one more step. Just one …
sunlit stucco
through a distant window
a lone cross
how the terrors of old nights
erupt in new darkness
for Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt: Transitionย #writephoto
Frank J. Tassone 
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