She chained the door; loosely, though enough to keep others away.
Her heart was blue for now; heavy, hurt and seeking solace – like an animal licking its wounds; but invariably, that would change.
One day the chains would be smashed and the doors would open again, her heart bursting forth; ready for love once more.
By Sarah ©2017
Prompt: Only 100 Words, Three Line Tales – Week 97