The Red Door

Leoanda Taylor

The long thin corridor built from old, dirty grey bricks. No light shone through this dark, damp place. Only the light from a small hole at the end, that flooded one small dusty spot. Doors on the left and right came off from this corridor, boarded up...... well almost. One door remained intact. the peeling red paint stood out against the bleekness and illuminated, almost from a source of no existance. A door that had only opened once. The door had infact had no coats of paint. No. Well, not ordianry paint anyway. The last time it had been 'painted' was the last time the door had opened. And as you stand there contemplating my every word, the door is opening for a second time..... don't worry.... the door will get its new coat of 'paint'.