CABB’s 2021

April 12th Challenge

EXTRAORDINARY VOICES

MORE THAN JUST
A DOOR

by JRo

 

The refrigerator door brags about the fancy cheeses and wines that she keeps for Catherine. The closet doors go on and on about the dresses of velvet and silk and the fashionable suits and coats that they keep safely tucked away. Even the dresser drawers boast of the satin and lace that they hold within.

What do I hold? My wood and glass keep the heat and air conditioning in, and allow the sun to brighten the apartment. I keep the winter cold, summer heat, wind, rain, and snow out. On mild days, Catherine opens me wide and I let the fresh breeze drift through the apartment. The other doors laugh. They say I only hold air. I don’t mind. It’s my job, and I think I do it well. Besides, I have the best view.

At night, Vincent comes. With a tap on one of my panes, he calls Catherine. She opens me to go out to him. I see and hear all that they say and do. I listen as he reads so beautifully. I watch as they stand together, looking at the night sky. It pains me to hear them when they argue. It is even more painful when one of them is hurting. But when they hold each other, whether in an embrace or just holding hands, I can’t imagine anything more beautiful.

Several times, Catherine has invited Vincent inside, but he has never accepted her offer. That’s not to say that he’s never passed over my threshold. At those times, she was either hurt or sick. She accepts that he isn’t ready to pass through me without dire need. But, when it is time for him to leave, she has to step inside, alone. There are times when I can feel her sadness as she pushes me closed.

Sometimes, Vincent comes when Catherine is sleeping. He stands guard on the balcony, looking over the city, and occasionally looking inside to make sure she is well. If I suspect he will be here, I make sure the curtains are parted just a crack. I can see him fighting with himself. I know he wants to throw me open and go to her. His will power is beyond what any other man would be able to handle.

One time, he came when Catherine was away for several days. After standing on the empty balcony, staring into the dark and empty apartment, he slowly opened me. For a while, he merely stood and looked inside. Then, he took two steps in and closed his eyes. Perhaps he was trying to remember her, imagine her here, or maybe he was imagining what could be. After a long time, he finally let out a sigh, bowed his head, then stepped back and gently closed me again before disappearing into the night.

So, here I will stay. Opening and closing, day after day. I will rejoice as Catherine opens me to step into Vincent’s arms. I will feel for her when he has to leave. I will hope that someday soon he will take a chance and step through me at her invitation. And when that day comes, I will gladly shut myself tight and do my best to become stuck.

1 Comment

  1. The perfect picture of the time spent between V. and C., his need to protect her, his struggle not to go in and be close to her…. and the hope that appears at the end that something will change, that they will cross that barrier. I enjoyed this story very much.

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