100 Years Project Anthology
Create successful ePaper yourself
Turn your PDF publications into a flip-book with our unique Google optimized e-Paper software.
Faith keeps telling herself that she’s not scared of it. It’s only<br />
a door, after all. A door that follows her wherever she goes, true,<br />
a door that can find its way into her dreams and twist them out of<br />
shape, but still—just a door.<br />
“It can’t hurt me if I don’t open it,” she tells herself. “it will be<br />
fine.”<br />
Faith has started talking out loud to herself when she’s alone,<br />
just to remind herself she is still alive, that she still has a voice.<br />
People can get used to almost anything, though, even fear. Soon<br />
enough, Faith has a routine – whenever she sees the door, she turns<br />
around and walks calmly in the other direction. This works, for a<br />
while, until it suddenly doesn’t.<br />
One day Faith gets home and her mother is not there. She<br />
has not seen the door for nearly a month now, and tried to hope that<br />
it was gone for good. Last night she did not dream of hooting owls<br />
and yellow doors, and did not wake until her alarm went off at seven<br />
o’clock. She feels almost happy as she hangs her blue plastic raincoat<br />
on a hook by the door and calls to her mother, “I’m home!”<br />
There is no answer. Faith isn’t worried; often her mother will be so<br />
immersed in research and paperwork that she will forget she lives<br />
with another person. Faith isn’t entirely sure what her mother’s job<br />
105