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Red, door, and more

Short Story: Red Door and More

Red, door, and more

Red of the door that appears. Photo via Pixabay.

Creativity for the day. It has been a while since I shared some of my fiction here. This is my newest short story. It is called Red Door and More.

Red Door and More

Was that door new?

It hadn’t been there yesterday, this morning, two minutes ago, had it? He’d been out of bed at 5:42am and had only consumed half a mug of coffee. He wondered if  he was at the woah-my-head-is-making-crap-up stage.

Well, it looks like the latter stage was the one to play with today, thought Brian. Only he wasn’t sure if he would suit the character of the situation well enough as he was hadn’t shaved… yet. As he itched his chin, he considered how many times he’d said that to himself this week. He even pondered whether he’d said it out loud. Not that Ginger cared; she was too busy scratching at the legs of his coffee table anyway.

Another sip of coffee and a thought about the whether he had refreshed her water bowl lately, and then he was somehow down on his hands and knees on the floor. Just to the right of the kitchen counter. Hell there was even a doorknob on this red door.

Knock? He laughed to himself. Yeah, knock and shave. He laughed out loud this time. The sound of fabric being torn met his ears and he knew already Ginger was at work on her project in the living room.

He opened the door and peered through. He couldn’t fit; that was obvious. Ironic, he’d always seemed to come up short for things and now here he was too much for something. He spared himself the emptiness of laughing to a room that wouldn’t respond to him.

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When Jagged Meets Parfait

She is known by the nickname “Red.”

Ann Marie Dwyer speaks with encouraging words; wise words with side plates of humour. She is the driving force behind the blog Momma’s Money Matters, affectionately tagged M3.

Her poem Jagged, recently featured on M3, offers themes beyond the reader’s initial view of the poem solely as the description of an uneven ledge overseeing turbulent waters.

Jagged Cliff

The Edge Of The Jagged Cliff.

The poem speaks of losing sight of reality and becoming immersed in the possibilities of the future.

Lean toward the edge and risk falling into the brink of imagination. This can be tempting if the result is escape from the harshness that is your own life. Escape to the fairies described in Long-Winded, my post published earlier this week.

Readers can likely identify with the lines describing “leaning over the side” to “gauge” what is beneath the tide.

Think of a time you looked at what could possibly come in the future. Perhaps you tried to prepare for the possibilities with any emotional or material means available. Being sent “headlong” happens when one becomes immersed in the waters or visions of the future rather than being grounded in the solid ground of the present. You envision the future in such detail that the present becomes less prominent.

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