The Door

Photo by Anonymous (use only for Friday Fictioneer prompt)

It all stopped at the door.

The door was spotless and gleaming.  The little alcove between the door and the iron gate was filled with dust and debris.  The gate had never opened in Robbie’s memory, but every so often a potted plant would appear, as if to shout that there was life beyond that door, and just as suddenly it would disappear.

Robbie often wondered what lay beyond that door.  In his imagination he saw a beautiful princess awaiting rescue.

With a sigh he turned back to that wasteland that once was a city, years before he was born.


word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo by @ Anonymous. If you want to join or see other stories, go to the inlinkz linkup.

38 thoughts on “The Door

  1. Bear

    An eerie atmosphere. got me pondering, you did. Oh, durn it, Trent, now I need to find paper and pen to write… Personally, please keep my hubby in your prayers, he’s back in hospital.

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