What I felt like writing.
"You open the door."
"No you."
"If I open the door you have to go through first."
"Look, let's just go home and pretend this never happened."
"Great, agreed."
Jane and Tim trudged over to the door in their soaked cloths and were about to walk into the streets of their own neighbourhood when the door slammed closed.
"Change of mind lets just close our eyes and open the door."
Jane crept closer to the door wishing she had a dry towel. Tim followed behind her with the same thing whirling round his head.
"On the count of three you will grab the left handle while my hand will close in on the right we will open the doors and walk in, Easy?" Tom whispered gasping often.
"Easy." came the shy reply from Jane.
When all was well Tom counted to three and the too of them pulled the door open slowly...
Mist blew over Tim and Jane they could not see anthing except a dark shadow, but if they didn't walk in there would be lease chance getting home.
posted by Casey Kennett @ 1:20 AM
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