The Door 20 November 2019

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I’ve tried to open the door so many times. I had it once, squeaking open on rusty hinges, but then it slammed shut. I was able to glimpse bright blue, and a feeling of utter peace wafted out around me like a soft breeze. I wanted in there. I knocked. Begged. Kicked and screamed. Exhausted, I finally dropped down and sat leaning against the door.

I couldn’t leave. I was afraid I wouldn’t find it again, that I wouldn’t remember the way back. I had some lifesavers, but in stories, the bread crumb trail never works.

Sitting there and feeling sorry for myself, I ate a lifesaver, and then chomped down the entire roll. I heard a faint whistle, like a train, and it got louder until I covered my ears. I felt the vibration of a train on tracks under me and barely managed to bail off as the train came screaming down the tracks right where I’d been sitting. The door was gone.

About Sally Gerard

I am a writer, runner, teacher, singer, guitar player, mom, lover, coffee drinker, hunter, antique tractor driver, horsewoman, sister, and lover of the outdoors. Did I mention that I love lighthouses?
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1 Response to The Door 20 November 2019

  1. Doors are so fascinating… thresholds to something new and mysterious. My favorite Door places are Mobile, New Orleans, Ireland, Scotland, and England

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