The Only Door That Opened When the Others Closed

in the kitchen. Carol sat at the wooden table, a cup of chamomile tea steaming between her hands.

Ivy set the final stack of printed programs on the table, the black ink still smelling fresh and sharp in the small room.

Carol picked up the top leaflet, her glasses slipping down her nose as she read the front cover.

“The title is different,” Carol said.continue reading …