Oh my goodness my story has a beginning ! And here it is the first paragraph to precede all those other paragraphs in Leslie’s ongoing adventures. The beginning is inspired by this week’s Friday Fictioneers. To read more of Leslie’s adventures you can check it out here https://anecdotelove.wordpress.com/category/gray/ .
The front door to her small Victorian townhouse was green. Leslie bought it for that door. Forest green with stained glass panels of Art Nouveau flowers. Green as the grass she read in as a child. Green as her memories of travels and bruises. Green as his eyes and her heart. Everyday opening the heavy creaking green redwood Leslie stepped into her blue parlor. The picture rail holding nostalgic watercolors of now concrete vistas, bookshelves with pleasantly molding words, the yellow pinstripe armchair with a snugly ginger tom ensconced, smell of dahlias and lavender. Until one day the door didn’t.