The Door

Somewhere in this world, the exact place is not important, there is a door.

The door is black, with a silver handle and a Tudor style arch. It is situated near a bank. Again, that’s not important.

What is important though is that this door does not open. Nor has it ever been opened. No known key for the door exists, and the locking mechanism has proven impossible to copy. What is behind this door has befuddled even the finest minds. Maybe its a clutch of tigers, a portal to another dimension, or maybe its an infinite supply of saxophones.

The fact remains that somewhere near a bank, there is a door that does not open.

I like this one. Its one of the few I don’t feel the urge to alter incessantly. Both if you can see anywhere it can be changed for the better, or expanded, please do inform me.

About skyraftwanderer

A person who enjoys writing short story things, poetry and other random things that come into my head.
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