Author Suzanne Burke provides us with another bewitching writing prompt - a door with the number 13 on it. Perhaps you'd like to write a poem or story or a one-line response. If so, please go to Soooz's blog site by clicking on her name. You'll find instructions, encouragement, and a community of writers. It's great fun!
My response to the prompt is below. I hope you enjoy it.
My response to the prompt is below. I hope you enjoy it.
APARTMENT 13 ... or NOT
“What do you mean you fixed it?”
“Let’s just say, I took care of it. Trust me, Louise.”
“I trust you. It’s just that I’m curious. I don’t understand how you could have fixed it. You know what people say about that apartment.”
“I don’t believe such rubbish.”
“But others do, Bob, and they’ll be afraid to visit.” Her voice rising out of pure frustration.
“That’s why I fixed it!”
“Okay, enough of this. We’ll see.”
They turned the corner of the building and entered the refurbished apartment structure. Another couple hurried past them as they approached the elevator door.
“Second floor, right?”
“Yeah, second floor.”
She punched the elevator button and looked at the apartment list. There was no number 13. She looked over to Bob. “What did you do?”
“Nothing really. The one and three are still there. No harm done.”
“But, but where’s our apartment?”
“It’s there. I promise. It’s there.”
The elevator stopped abruptly at the second floor and the two walked down the long hall to their new apartment. Standing in front of the door, she hesitated. At first, she didn’t notice it, but then a smile stretched across her face. Turning she gave Robert a huge hug.
“You know I love you right?”
“Let’s just say, I took care of it. Trust me, Louise.”
“I trust you. It’s just that I’m curious. I don’t understand how you could have fixed it. You know what people say about that apartment.”
“I don’t believe such rubbish.”
“But others do, Bob, and they’ll be afraid to visit.” Her voice rising out of pure frustration.
“That’s why I fixed it!”
“Okay, enough of this. We’ll see.”
They turned the corner of the building and entered the refurbished apartment structure. Another couple hurried past them as they approached the elevator door.
“Second floor, right?”
“Yeah, second floor.”
She punched the elevator button and looked at the apartment list. There was no number 13. She looked over to Bob. “What did you do?”
“Nothing really. The one and three are still there. No harm done.”
“But, but where’s our apartment?”
“It’s there. I promise. It’s there.”
The elevator stopped abruptly at the second floor and the two walked down the long hall to their new apartment. Standing in front of the door, she hesitated. At first, she didn’t notice it, but then a smile stretched across her face. Turning she gave Robert a huge hug.
“You know I love you right?”
some doors are just doors
others open to magic
maybe it's our choice
others open to magic
maybe it's our choice
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