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The Door A sharp slap on her cheek told her the door was open. It was a stinging blow, like the sea air as it is blown across Cape Leeuwin. Her hand was clawed like the fist of arthritis - the knuckles white. Her wrists twitched. She felt another smack – of needley salt crystals borne in fat drops of rain – the points digging into her cheek, right to the bone, worming their way into her bloodstream. I like it. To me it is the far better of two evils. There is no braver rain than that of a West Coast gale as it rages for days. The sky outside the window had been brooding all day - moonstone blue fading to sour milk white, giving way to grey mares leaping through surf on the Margaret River coast. Then the horizon had grown an indigo purple hoodie, like a vampire slowing raising its arms. The light of the sun had been subsumed into the hood of the feasting bat.. The day mirrors my feelings, I am at one with it; my life is painted by this sky. Now the door was open and the day had entered like a theif, curling its fingers around the very coals in the hearth till they turned blue and choked – then gained purchase on the hands of the clock on the mantelpiece. The ticking slowed under the weight of the leaden air. Time stands still whenever I open the door and once again let him in. “For fuck sake, woman - move aside! Let me get in the door! It’s friggin’ freezin’ out here and I am frozen through!” Each time I’ve come to her door she’s taken longer and longer to open it. Now it’s as if she’ll never close it – even behind me, as if I’m not welcome to stay. The wooden weight swung back into place and the man and woman stood in front of the fire and crossed their arms across their chests, shivering like flax flowers in the wind. He put his hands against her cheeks and she felt the marbles roll around in her mouth. Her hands raised in the manner of a supplicant and made the sign of a cross in front of his face. The bonds fell away from her face. The man’s eyeballs stopped smiling and froze. Hard paws sounded a loud crack not two inches from her hazel eyes. She did not jerk. I reacted the very first time I opened the door to see him standing waiting for me. Then it was a warm sunny day but I let him in quickly.

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