I used to walk past that simple wooden door with its chain that said something but did little. I knew I should not approach and go through the door, yet that which was supposed to stop me was so pathetic it seemed more like an invitation.
From the age of six I would wonder what was behind that door. At 13 I found out.
Randomly choose an ending: Either 1) a, 2) b, or 3) c
From the age of six I would wonder what was behind that door. At 13 I found out.
Randomly choose an ending: Either 1) a, 2) b, or 3) c
Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt:
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