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)

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