The Door
A short story set in the fantasy world. Maybe it can also be seen as the beginning of a further adventure. Who knows. Enjoy. Thank you in advance for your appreciation.
It was not the specific properties of “the door” that attracted me in an unusual way. Every day I walked through dozens of doors and, like everyone else, I opened and mattered. That's what they serve for.
For some time now I also closed my bedroom door in the evening. In the morning I took them off the lock to go down the stairs, open the front door and get my daily newspaper. Ever since the neighbors had broken into, this had become more than a routine for me. It was a checklist that I meticulously ticked off every night. The latches on the front door and closing my bedroom door.
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