Doorbell – Sunday Photo Fiction

AnElephantCant quite get the picture
He is colour blind and lacks depth perception
But he writes a wee tale
With the breathtaking pace of a snail
He hopes his misconception does not take a wrong direction

This is a weekly invitation to write a short piece of fiction (c. 150 words) based on a photo prompt (below) provided by Alastair.
Follow the link to see a confident collection of quality contributions.
But please first read AnElephant’s confused contradictory complicated curiosity.

Copyright Al Forbes

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p>Door Bell

I really wish I had rung the doorbell.
Instead of trying the handle.
Everything would be so much less awkward if it had never occurred to me that the door might be unlocked.
Now I understand why my calls went unanswered.
I wasn’t that early.
And how was I to know?
I know now, for sure.
It is scarcely believable.
But I have to believe it.
Because I did try the handle.
And I did walk right in.
On that.
Now there have to be interminable discussions.
There will be questions.
There will be analyses.
And reasons.
Explanations.
Justification.
One thing is certain.
My life will never be the same again.
I really wish I had rung the doorbell.