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Flash Fiction: Door

Looking at the door nervously, I backed up into the kitchen.

“Mom!”

She replied with a quick hmmm, refusing to divert her attention away from the vegetables she was chopping.

“It’s the door!”

She dropped down her knife and rushed towards the door. I could see the colour draining from her face.

“Call up Father Lorenzo. Tell him the paper charms are coming off.”

I nodded and took a step back. Before dialling the number on my phone I turned to mom.

“Mom, does this mean dad woke up?”

Mom stared at me.

“Yes, my child! And he is hungry!”


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers 18 January 2019

Twittering Tales: Choice

She saw seven doors.

He stood behind her, explaining the choice to her.

“A door leads to the fountain of youth,  you could stay young and beautiful forever. Another door leads to your one true love, who you can spend the rest of your life with. Yet another door leads to a pit of precious gems, rubies, emeralds, amethysts among them. A door leads to a cellar of the choicest alcohols, liquids fit for emperors. One door leads to a buffet of the world’s best delicacies. Another door leads to an emporium, where all types of clothes exist for you, each of them perfectly fitting.

Now, here is the catch. One of the doors here leads straight to hell. The choice is yours. Pick any one.”

She closed her eyes, trying to understand the vibes coming from each door. She could not gauge anything. She had to take her chances. The odds were in her favor. Six out of seven doors were boons. She asked her inner self for an answer. She received no reply. There was no choice. She had to make a random choice.

She pointed to the fifth door. He walked up to it and smiled as he opened it. Behind the door was a dark staircase leading underground. The sign on its side read: To Hell.

She walked down the stairs, cursing her luck. He silently laughed, admiring her stupidity. She never had any sliver of a chance. Every door led to hell. He had said ‘a door or another door’ would lead to all the boons, never ‘one of these doors’.

The Devil was many things, but a liar was not one of them.

 

Word Count: 279 words

 

Written in response to Twittering Tales #82

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