I have participated in Norm 2.0’s Thursday Doors blog hop a few times and I’ve enjoyed it. Today I don’t have the most interesting of doors but I’ve decided to post it anyway, along with a bit of flash fiction. I hope you enjoy it.
I looked at that closed door in front of me. That’s just what it was. It was no longer the entry to my home, a home I had shared with the family that made me want to get up every morning and the family that kept me going through the long days. How had I lost it all? It seemed impossible to think that I was all alone now. They were gone. It was my fault. Had I not been in the hospital they would still be here and I would be gone. Without that surgery, I would be gone. The irony. I consented to the surgery for them; to go on with them. And when they went to see me… The police had called it an accident but was it? Really? A 92 year old man still driving? That was a crime, not an accident!
Nicely done. I tend to weave other stories and content around the doors when I don’t have enough to say about them. The fiction piece is a shocking little read, also nicely done.
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Well done – Glad you chose to join us this week 🙂
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The first couple of sentences remind me of when I pull in front of my grandparents’ farm which was also clean, spotless, and beautiful but now a little run down. Nice entry. 🙂
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so pretty
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What a pretty little gingerbread cottage! Like something from a fairytale. http://judydykstrabrown.com/2015/09/10/open-and-shut-thursday-doors-challenge/
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Nice post. Really like the story. 😀
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