The Threshold

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I saw it just on the other side of the meadow.  The sun was in the east, yet it did not shine here.

Carefully, I made my way across the dew laden grass.  I didn’t dare blink, lest it disappear.  Ignoring the chill of my bare feet, I approached as quietly as I could.

Was this it?  It had been so long since I’d seen it, I wasn’t sure.  Sometimes it would appear just on the edge of my peripheral vision, vanishing when I looked directly at it.  Other times it was like a warm hug, enveloping my entire being.

There has been a time when The Threshold was within me, barely restrained, bursting at the seams to get out and into the light of day.

Standing before it, I reached out a tentative, trembling hand.  What would it hold this time?  What magic lay on the other side?

I took a deep breath and stepped across The Threshold.

About Penny Lane Writes

I'm a Freelance Writer that writes in several genres. I've been blogging for more than 5 years and have a growing following. I am working on 2 novels that I hope to have completed in the near future.
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One Response to The Threshold

  1. ZenLikeFuck says:

    All the magic’s on the other side if only we have the courage to cross over. Lovely words and a great post 🙂

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