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He knew it was a dream, it had to be. How could this be true?
He stood in a corridor, and every door was closed, some were slightly ajar but when he approached they slammed shut.
Behind one was the maniacal laughter of the deranged woman, behind others the voices of the pseudo sages saying, “I told you so.”
Then he encountered the repetition of ‘loser’, ‘bastard’, selfish prick’.
There was even a door from which as it slammed announced it was fine and there was no room for him.
Twice he countered he turned and made his way back down the corridor of closed doors. Then he heard a familiar voice of the young and far wiser than him suggesting he try the last door on the right.
The voice said to him, “You have nothing to lose and even if it’s just a cup of tea involved it’s got to be better than what you’ve got now.”
So, he went to the last door on the right and knocked politely as was his custom.
The door opened and a brilliant light like he’d never seen before shone on him. He stepped inside, the light flowed over him, and he felt safe.
He awoke with a jolt and found beside him the woman in the light.
It was then he knew.
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/10/11/tale-weaver-192-an-open-door-october-11th/
Wow. Very cool story. Beautiful writing. Well done!
Thanks so much Susan, off to read yours.
Enchanting. Angelic and hopeful.
Thanks so much Jules.
One way of putting it Di..