I glared at the three doors standing at attention on my front lawn.
“You mean they can’t be moved?”
“Yep. Can’t even be scratched. They’ll disappear in a day or two, anyhow” my neighbor said.
“What? What the hell are they?”
“Some sort of physics experiment. Or maybe UFOs brought them. I don’t know.”
“But – how did they get here?”
“Oh, they were always here,” he said. “Our reality just kinda flows around them. Makes it seem like they move around. Relativity, you know?”
He smiled and winked.
“Keep them closed, all right?”
This is the place where Dr. Schrodinger picked up his favorite cat, in case you were wondering. Anyway…Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.
I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer. The weekly photo that inspired this story is below: