Blue Doors
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1 min readJun 19, 2020
She sinks into the passenger seat.
“We’ve missed you,” the man behind the wheel says, house coming into view— its once blue door now a deep yellow.
She squints, confused; the house wasn’t the same to her anymore.
The door.
The lawn.
The man beside her — none of them were.
Line generator prompt: “The house wasn’t the same to her anymore”.
