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Forbidden Juice

Forbidden Juice

Bo grabbed a glass of the juice that Mom said he couldn’t have. He was late. She was not home anyway. He barged through the door of the chess room.  “Hi,” he giggled, steadying himself against a waiter carrying a tray of orange juice. The waiter stared back in disbelief.“May I have a…” Bo hiccuped, […]

One Day

One Day

She waited until the children were napping to open the door. It stuck briefly from disuse. Still everything remained: the goblin offering his golden apple, the bouquet of purple flowers, a chestnut horse, the talking owl.  Her hand twitched, longing to grasp pen and paper. Outside, he arrived home early. Inside, she slammed the door […]

Remembering

Remembering

“You sure this is the place?” He nodded. “There’s the hollow oak where you hid. I ran to tag you, tripped on a stump.” “Which is still here. After twenty years.” “You came to help me, found the key.” “Saved it in my treasure box. Forgot about it. Till we remembered the saying.” She who […]

Enough

Enough

He couldn’t afford a real home. But he did have rich black soil, and a door, gifted from a stranger with midnight-blue eyes. By day he planted an orchard. By night he slept beside the magnificent door.He was content. Owning one thing of beauty was enough. One morning, four sturdy walls appeared. A roof, a […]

Gift for a Witch

Gift for a Witch

Whizzbang twiddled his fingers, fervently hoping the gift to his witch friend, Hepzibah, was a success.  She shouldn’t be running this late for her own birthday bash. A shadowy shape sputtered slowly by his window, accompanied by a thud, a yowl and a stream of curses. Whizzbang cracked open the door and found Hepzibah heaped […]

Closing Down

Closing Down

Sandra had as many kinds of fears as there were colors in her make up kit: red fear for punishment, blue for humiliation, white for fear of being nothing. She feared not being smart enough, confident enough, attractive enough. She felt fear for disappointments and uncertainty; even for fear itself. One after the other, the […]

Monday (2)

Monday (2)

She looked up at his lined laughing face and stood quickly, eager to grab the lumpy package from his desk. ‘Not so fast,’ he whispered as his bony fingers closed over her wrist, ‘Which door will you choose?’ He dropped her wrist as she turned around surveying the room. Only then she noticed the other […]

Tea for Two

Tea for Two

The plate glass doors of the supermarket whoosh to and fro for masked shoppers with their trolleys. On the other side Pat and Irma sit on a row of hard airport-style seats, shuddering with each waft of cold air. At 87 and 92 and too infirm to take a socially distanced walk in the park, […]

The Paintbrush

The Paintbrush

Opening the door to the attic, she entered what was once an artist’s studio.  Light from the rooftop windows revealed numerous unfinished paintings leaning against the walls.  Discarded rags smeared with turpentine and a rainbow of colours lay on the floor.  And standing proud, in the corner, a wooden easel housed a blank canvas. “Locked […]

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