Dr. Schrodinger’s Doors #Friday Fictioneers

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 wonderingAnyway…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:


About glossarch

The word "glossarch" doesn't exist. At least, not yet. But let's pretend it does for a second. The first part is "gloss," a word that comes to us from Ancient Greek via Latin and English. It means "language." The second part also comes from Ancient Greek and can mean "having power over." So "glossarch" means simply "language controller." So what am I doing making up words? Well, I made up an entire language once. It's called Angosey. So I'm the Glossarch of Angosey. I'm currently a doctorate student in volcano seismology (a branch of geophysics). I enjoy writing fiction and poetry, launching balloons, programming, and hanging out with my lovely wife! Follow me on Twitter! Writing and language creation: @glossarch Balloons and science: @bovineaerospace
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17 Responses to Dr. Schrodinger’s Doors #Friday Fictioneers

  1. claireful says:

    I love how the neighbour is so matter of fact in this piece. Live with anything weird for long enough and it becomes normal. Only one slight niggle. The response to ‘how did they get here’ isn’t an answer. I know that in real conversations people often don’t answer direct questions, but somehow the neighbour seems to be answering with ‘Oh, they never move’, but it isn’t an answer if you see what I mean?

  2. Dear Danny,

    I had to look up Dr. Schrödinger and his cat. Interesting that the neighbor already knew about the doors. Still scratching my head. Nice one.



  3. Dear Danny,

    First the neighbor says the doors will go away in two days and then he says they never really move. Which is it? And how does he know in the first place? Nice story but kind of first draft theater, paradox wise.



    • glossarch says:

      Hi Doug,

      I’ll have a look at the story and make it cleaner. My thought is that the doors stay in one place, but the world moves around them. Or, the neighbor set them up in the middle of the night as a practical joke. So I have to make things not really add up…but also make it clear that I’m not simply confusing myself!


  4. MissTiffany says:

    This is awesome. I love how nonchalant he is about relativity and reality.

  5. Perhaps only certain people can see the doors, the way only certain people are invited to see ghosts. Or, whatever it may be! I like all the possibilities you offer here. Well done.

  6. Bumba says:

    You got me on the Schrodinger’s

  7. Jacey Faye says:

    The Schrodinger reference! ♥ Very fun idea you’ve got going here. 🙂

  8. For once, I do not agree with Doug. This story is terrific. I love the paradox. I love that reality moves in and around the doors – sometimes they are there, sometimes not. I love the matter of factness of the neighbour and I especially love the last line, “Keep them closed, all right?”

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