Door to Nowhere

Posted on June 2, 2020 by Allison Ketchell under microfiction, whistpr

‪I ducked under an overpass to escape the sudden #deluge and something in the shadows rustled. I edged away, my hand brushing against a doorknob. What was that doing here? What was this place? As the shadow moved toward me, I turned the knob.‬ #whistpr

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Door to Nowhere

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