Jan is home on a Saturday night

Jan is home on a Saturday night. Again.

The doorbell rings. He had thought it might.

Open? Or not to open?

The audience he imagines and his hard-beating heart tell him to open.

So he does.

Life changes for the pale-blue better.

Or

Jan is home on a Saturday night. Again.

The doorbell rings. He had thought it might.

Open? Or not to open?

The audience he imagines and his hard-beating heart tell him to open.

But he doesn’t. He waits.

The doorbell rings again. He had thought it might.

Open? Or not to open?

Half the audience he imagines say yes, the others no. His heart beats hard.

The doorbell does not ring again.

Life changes for the pale-blue.

Or

Jan is home on a Saturday night. Again.

The doorbell rings. He had thought it might.

Open? Or not to open?

The audience he imagines and his hard-beating heart tell him to open.

But his head cautions him to wait.

To wait again.

And wonder why he had waited before. His heart beats.

The doorbell rings again. He had known it would.

Open? Or not to open?

Now the audience he imagines is silent, confused, though his heart still beats hard.

The audience he imagines leans forward, willing him to do one thing or another.

So he does what they want.

Life changes.