It is time once again to fetch your feathered quill and compose a lovely missive on what events may have transpired that led to the situation presented in the photo.
We have many details with which you can work: Why are the bars so dusty? (How old is this place?) Why are there bars in the first place? (Is this one of those naughty bondage emporiums one hears about?) What is going on with the color palette? (Was Ted Turner trying to colorize yet another movie and he got bored in mid-stream?) Why are the doors so oddly close to each other? (And why does only one of them have a welcome mat? Or is that mat really a stained-glass window in the floor?)
So much to ponder, if only one is open to the waves of imagination crashing on a distant shore.
And there is a story behind the photo. But I won’t share it unless at least twenty scribes take feathered quill in hand, which makes this week’s prompt a double-edged dare.
Are you up for the challenge?
I think you are. Just listen to the waves.