The gate was always shut. To leave it open was a sin, a crime against humanity, an act of negligence so awful it struck his father wordless, silent, dancing a short step jig of anger, face flushed, eyes bulging, fit to burst. He left it swinging and never came back.
She felt a tremor of excitement, a frisson of anticipation. It all came down to this. Everything was arranged, there was no turning back. The other participants in this, what she called 'a Gothic drama', may be secured with zip locks and gags but for her, it was a collaboration. Image source: Wallpaper Abyss