Doorways

I was twenty-one

When the doorway appeared,

Freestanding in a car park.

I tried the handle

But the door was locked,

So I knocked, and another knock

Echoed from the other side.

I stepped back, afraid

As the door opened

And watched me step through

From another universe.

Once over the shock

I asked him what was different

But he being me didn’t know.

So we switched places.

But it was the same,

Not one thing different,

Only now I’m more out of place

Than I was before,

Stuck in an identical

Universe that’s not my own.

* * *

Originally published in the British Fantasy Society Journal (Spring 2012; Ian Hunter editor)