Friday Fictioneer: The Door
Mom never believed us. She didn’t think we were liars, she thought we were great storytellers.
We told her of dragons and goblins; of worlds where clouds held cities; and a kingdom with seven rivers and waterfalls.
She believed one day we’d grow up to write great novels.
We weren’t storytellers, we were tree climbers with adventurous spirits.
My brother and I found a door handle way up high a tree. When it turned to different positions, it open a door to different worlds, which we happily explored.
We grow up to be travelers that crossed over to other worlds.
Friday Fictioneers is a challenge to write a 100 word story from a picture prompt. It’s hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, anyone can play.
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