She approached the unfamiliar door and nervously took the key from her pocket. She took a deep breath, unlocked the door, paused, then opened it. To her horror she saw…
Nothing.
After everything she had been told, all the warnings she had been given, she expected so much more than the empty corridor that greeted her. As the door swung away from her, she felt her disappointment drop into her gut like a stone, weighing her down as she sighed deeply. Unlocking this heavy, wooden door was supposed to have been her personal metaphor, opening the door to her future, her adventure. But all it had done was disturb a lot of dust bunnies.
Sighing again, she shifted her rucksack on her shoulders and stepped over the threshold, her expectations diminished. Taking a few steps forward, she reached out and pushed the door shut again behind her. The dust muffled her footsteps as she walked down the corridor, and she kicked aside a few scraps of paper, what she assumed was the bits of wallpaper that had clearly been ripped off, leaving patches of yellow dampness across the walls. Every door leading off the corridor was closed, every one made of a thick, dark, heavy wood that she didn’t recognise. It made the corridor dim and eerie, and she felt her senses begin to heighten as she walked towards the furthest door, ahead of her at the end of the deceptively long corridor. Perhaps this wouldn’t be such a disappointment after all. Perhaps there would be more to this place than there seemed…
Mrs W’s Writings 