Happy Saturday, everyone! This week, I decided to share something a little different than poetry. This is a flash fiction piece, just a quick little read that stemmed from a fun writing prompt I participated in back at PLU.
The prompt was this: Write a story beginning with the opening line: “He/she thumped the book onto the table, flipped open its pages, and walked through the door.” Or, something like that. I may have tweaked it…
In any case, I hope you enjoy!
Her Favorite Doorway
She thumped the book onto the table, flipped open its crinkled pages, and walked through the door.
She walked briskly at first, but it turned into a trot, then a run, then a sprint. She skidded to a stop in front of her closet, tore it open, and attacked the coat hangers, searching for her winter jacket. She found it and threw it on, sure that an extra ten pounds had been added, at the very least.
Next, she stumbled into the kitchen, yanked a napkin out of the drawer, and seized the bowl of fruit on the counter. She dumped the fruit onto the napkin, a shiny apple, a chain of grapes, a banana. She tossed some granola bars and a bottle of water in there for good measure.
Then, she tied it all up in the napkin and frantically hunted for a stick in the backyard. She grabbed it, the sap sticking to her fingers, and tied the sack of food to the end of it.
She slung her new hobo-sack over her shoulder and pulled on her good, heavy winter boots.
She ran back through the door and opened the book to chapter one.
“All set,” she breathed with a smile as big as the 900-page portal on the table in front of her.
“Here we go!” she yelled and jumped in.
The pages welcomed her like a slide, depositing her face-first into a snowy tundra.
Travel by book: Much more fun than doorways.