The Blue Door by Mary Wallis
Ever decided to follow a random person, take a bit of their lives, just for a short while? Borrow their perceived happiness, success, money, comfort, usual physiological needs. OK, so I decided to follow a young woman, baby in tow. We arrived in a side street and she knocked on no 155, a blue door, where a young man surreptitiously opened the door, snatched the baby and slammed it shut. What’s going on here, I thought, so quietly studied the woman’s body language and could see she was distressed. Mind your own business, I told myself, and walked away.
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