Friday Fictioneers – Behind the door

Behind the door, someone stands. He doesn’t mean me well, but I need him. When he abandons me, the crust of the world becomes paper thin, and I fall. The fall never stops. You can get used to falling. It’s simple really: just believe you are static and the world is moving upwards. There’s a kind of peace in that. But the certainty of the man’s embrace is better. Though his talons sink into my flesh, at least I know where I am.

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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

48 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Behind the door

  1. Such evil! All kinds of thoughts in my mind right now, mostly stemming from my years as a psychotherapist. Those who are capable of training their victims to expect nothing but pain, and to accept it as normal, are beyond my understanding.

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  2. It resonates for me when I think back on a past relationship. At the same time I imagine that shadow along the lines of Jung’s shadow self. It works so well either way. Wonderful wordsmithing, Neil.

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