Three Doors: Poets, Memories, and Death
It’s time for Friday Fictioneers.
Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)
“Behind the yellow door you can hear poets and prose writers reading their books. The blue door contains old memories which never die. Some do escape through the opening. And the red door is protection from the angel of death.”
This is where nothing ever happens but winter always comes”.