Went to visit friend and fellow writer and one of my fellow Per Bastet Publication owners, the astounding T. Lee Harris.
The first door we saw was no longer a door. Inside, it’s a wall. Outside, it’s a beaut!
The doorbell rang itself.
There was a passage, then a door to the actual indoors.
I call these doors Henry VIII and Elizabeth I. Why?
I saved the best for last, Dan.
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A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: Write about a doorbell.
MA
Dan Antion
April 22, 2021 at 6:59pmI love all those little doors and I love the self-ringing doorbell. We have one, but it sounds when anyone is within 300-500 feet. You had me chuckling about “frosted” and “two doors” – Thanks for fun tour.
Marian Allen
April 23, 2021 at 9:40amThey have three doorbells: Two Great Pyrenees and one chihuahua. My friend calls them Bark-o-matics.
Dan Antion
April 23, 2021 at 10:39amI understand.
Jean Reinhardt
April 25, 2021 at 6:09pmThat first one is definitely a cutie, looks like it has a back porch too. I enjoyed your Tudor joke, very witty Marian.
Marian Allen
April 26, 2021 at 8:50amIf anybody ever called me a wit, Mom or Grandpa would say, “Well, you’re HALF right.” A joke for every occasion!