To meridian_rose‘s prompt to my other bingo call.

I didn’t know what I needed; I just knew something was lacking. Rummage sales were perfect for that, so I went… rummaging.

The third sale on the block was something different, an old house I didn’t remember seeing, tables all over the yard and in to the garage, boxes all over the tables and onto the ground. Old almanacs in foreign tongues, old gizmos with foreign faces, old dresses with antique laces.

In the back corner of the garage, I found it: a door frame with door, both carved all over. Something about it – of course I stepped through.

Next: Through the Door

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