Doors

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Cover image: Francesca Zama on Unsplash.

Doors

Suddenly, those boxes seem to disappear. Not slowly, one by one, but the whole lot vanished in what could have been no more than a blink of my eyes. Instead of standing within a cluttered space it now appears that I am in some kind of hallway.

There’s something odd about this place, something that I find more than a little bit unnerving. There is no exit to this hall at either end. Instead, on either side there are doors... lots and lots of doors, each one closed.

Perhaps one of them is hiding my way out.

I walk along inspecting the doors on one side of the hallway, then turn around and take a good look at those on the other. There is nothing that marks any of them out as different. In fact, with no numbers attached they all appear to be completely identical. Choosing a random door, I try to open it but it will not budge so much as an inch. It’s the same with the next one I try, and the one after that.

I am in a hallway of locked doors. Not knowing quite what else to do, I walk backwards and forwards along the floor which now has a red carpet. Was it there all the time? I guess it must have been, but it’s strange how I’ve only just noticed it.

I look in one pocket and then another before that key rests between my fingers. I still have a decision to make; which door will I try.

With nothing to go by, I decide to close my eyes and spin around. Whichever door I end up in front of will be the one I will open, or at least try. Door now firmly in front of me, eyes opened again, I can feel the key, change shape before I move it towards the lock.

I can’t help holding my breath, because what if it doesn’t work? What if these are locks that the key won’t open?

Click! There's my answer, and the door swings inwards taking me with it. Another click and the door shuts. I don’t worry, for from the inside I’ll be able to open it easily. First I want to take a look around.

The room is quite small, and apart from myself, it looks like it is empty. There is a soft light, but I’m not sure where it comes from, for there are no windows, no lightbulbs that I can see. I’m glad of it, wherever it comes from, until it confronts me with an unpleasant fact. There is no handle on the door... just a keyhole. I reach for my pockets but then remember that I never removed the key from the lock. It is still out in the hallway and me... well, I suppose that I am trapped.

I knock on the door, call out: “Hello? Can anyone hear me?”

I wait for an answer, press my ear against the door. Nothing! Not so much as a sound.

Oh dear; now what am I going to do?

I don’t know about you but I always do my best thinking when I am sitting down, so down I go, onto the carpet that seems to have followed me inside.... Or is it I that has followed it? Whichever, the carpet is quite thick and very comfortable. And it is while I am sitting there that I realize I was wrong, the room was not empty.

A little red ladybug with little black spots flies onto my fingertip. I look at it, and I think it looks straight back at me. It soothes away the mounting panic as I lift it nearer to my face. It lifts its wings and flies the short distance to my nose.

By crossing my eyes I can still see it, until it starts to walk its way up my nose and comes to rest on my right eyelid. It seems to make my eyes heavy, and it only makes sense for me to close my eyes.

 


Submitted: January 26, 2021

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Mike S.

A fine insect/eye tale, Hull

Tue, January 26th, 2021 10:10pm

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Thanks so much for giving this a read, Mike. I hope you enjoyed it.

Fri, January 29th, 2021 4:29am

AdamCarlton

Alice's cure for insomnia...!

Wed, January 27th, 2021 9:12am

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Exactly! One tiny ladybug. Thanks, Adam.

Fri, January 29th, 2021 4:28am

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