Behind The Green Door

Written for:  Sunday Muse #187

Unpleasantly perplexed,
Joe faces a door
without traces that
anyone has ever been 
inside.  His uncle
bequeathed this work-
shop to Joe, who had
no knowledge of it.
Joe figures the interior
is probably worse
than the exterior.  As
he ponders his situation,
the green door begins
to creak open.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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14 Responses to Behind The Green Door

  1. Sadje says:

    Ooh! Suspense.


  2. Helen Dehner says:

    To be continued ~~~~~


  3. That’s never good news . I hope we can count on a part two eventually


  4. Jim says:

    The song, “you picked a fine time to leave me, Lucile” just when I was thinking benches, tools, and a dirt floor like my dad had. A thief perhaps? It built up good, Sara.


  5. Carrie V. H. says:

    I love the mystery this holds Sara! I want to hear more!


  6. fireblossom32 says:

    You are now the proud owner of Joe’s television repair shop! Whee. (Business not so good.)


  7. Beverly Crawford says:

    Beginning of a lovely mystery! Well done.


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