Friday, November 7, 2008

Short, Short, Short Story II

Where do I find these things?

A Brave New World

Already eight years old and, still, he'd never even tried the closet door. Too scared. He'd been told not to. Now he stood before the forbidden oak door again, staring. But with courage this time. Recklessness perhaps.

He tentatively reached out a hand. It was unlocked! The door creaked open.

It was a door to another world. Not darkness, but light. Bright sunshine. He stepped through. Sweet air, birds singing, warmth and color embraced him on all sides. It was the magical world he'd dreamed of.

A paradise he enjoyed for two minutes, until they returned and shoved him back inside the closet.

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