"Today is the day", I whisper as I stand at my front door with my hand on the doorknob. Six months have passed and I have not seen a single human face. I take a deep breath, close my eyes and twist the doorknob. Still locked. I was going to need a good lockpick or a bad wizard.
The preceding was a story you participated in on Wednesday, November 18 2015. The sentence in bold is yours.
Story prompt by tuftyears. Sentences in this story path were contributed by david yee and Pete!.