I am the doorknob. I feel gloved hands – rough work gloves. They twist me to the right and open the door. The hands are big and have been working all day. I feel their relief at being done with work. He closes this door behind him and I feel him take hold of my counterpart on the other side of the door, so that the door won’t slam. Small hands reach up, barely reaching me, the little hands gritty with dirt from playing outside. They turn me to the right and run inside not stopping to close this door. Gentle hands close the door behind the laughing child. Someone knocks on this door. I feel the vibrations through the door. The gentle hands twist my counterpart on the inside to the left and open the door. The hands accept something from the hands which knocked and the woman closes the door with her hip.
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Please join me in welcoming guest author, Ula Grace. “The Doorknob” is her first submission as TedBook’s newest staff member. She promises to write about her recent month-long journey through Myanmar, complete with photos she took. Ula is honing her writing skills at Spring Street International School in Friday Harbor, Washington.