The Open Door

I can hear footsteps clanging behind me; getting ominously louder and the panic inside me builds, ready to explode. I stand paralyzed staring at the wall in front of me. There is an ornate gate on one side, an iron crossbar shaped coat of arms on a massive wooden door in front and a humble bamboo door on the right. The first two are shut with barricades built into them but the bamboo one is open, just a bit.

Quick! Do something.

I need shelter. The fancy gate shows wealth – that could save me; the coat of arms power- that could protect; and the third? It is humble.

But it is ajar.

Without hesitation I step through the bamboo door. I hear music.

The footsteps are gone.

Prompt: Just a Dream:
You’re having a nightmare, and have to choose between three doors. Pick one, and tell us about what you find on the other side.

Published by neerja2014

aspiring, perspiring, trying: yes. writing: sometimes publishing: tomorrow

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