a long hallway on the top floor and
the door at the end of the hall
in a three story brick house
near the waterfront in Baltimore
that door at the end of the hall intrigued me as a child
I only ever saw it open once
and I made a bee line for it
I still remember the fear on my grandmother's face
when she grabbed me and picked me up
after that the door was allways locked
and she hid the key very well
I searched her room for it every chance I got.
late morning in South Texas
cold and blustery
something to type about
chit chat
