The Door

flash fiction! I couldn’t resist

Answer the question – Which way to go?

in 42 words exactly


My door, painted red with a large brass knob, appeared in the chapel where family and friends gathered to say good-bye.

Floating close to the ceiling, conversations about me. I eavesdropped.

Procrastination is a hard habit to break. I must depart. Maybe



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3 Responses to The Door

  1. Happy New Year to you and your family, Susan!
    hope you’re well… 🙂

  2. Great flash Susan! 🙂

  3. Shailaja /Doting Mom says:

    Oh my god, Susan! I have goosebumps and the house is eerily quiet as I read this. Now I have you to blame for my sleepless night 😀 Loved this!

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