Free Write -- The Two Doors

 

Julia's Free Write

Of all the things to do today, he was not prepared to be faced with this choice.

It was a lovely late fall, bordering on winter, day. The sun was shining, most of the trees were bare, which gave the advantage of seeing into properties normally hidden and protected.

The countryside walk took him down paths, which, although known to him, seemed somehow different and new.

His mind wandered down memories’ lane, of the times he had climbed those distant mountains. He could still manage hills, but balance issues made him leery of climbing rocks.

Throughout his life, he had always been a decisive person, never having a problem choosing in between this, that or the other.

Until today.

He gave it some thought and wandered a bit farther, hoping that his mind would miraculously come up with a solution.

He knew that when he returned, he would have to choose: one door or the other.

Julia has written and taken photos all her life and loves syncing up with friends.  Her blog can be found: https://viewsfromeverywhere.blogspot.com/ 

 

D-L's Free write

Wat it the right or left door?

All Jemma could think about was the short story of the lady and the tiger.

Well no lady. No tiger. They would be frozen solid.

"Your order is behind the left door," the man said. "And lock up when you leave," and he was off. He also sai DON'T open the other door.

Ever sine Jemma was a child, she took the word don't as do.

What if she opened them at the same time?

She had to stretch to reach the handles on the two doors. Freezing air rushed into the room.

On the left were three boxes with her name written on them. To get them out she would have to get something to hold the door open. Nothing was visible, so she put her coat across the door sill and removed the boxes.

She peeked into the door on the right and screamed.

A frozen woman was at the back.

Her first reaction was to rush in and save her, but she knew she could become trapped and freeze to death too. 

Her second reaction was to call the police, who told her it was only a mannequin.

D-L has had 17 fiction and non fiction books published. Check out her website at:. https://.dlnelsonwriter.com

Rick's Free Write

Door No 1. Door No 2. Where is Door No 3? No 3? Guess this is not a game show. Not a game at all. This is deadly serious. Nuclear serious.

The two doors in the sub-basement with the heavy hinges and steel casings lead to two chambers. About 5 metres by 10 metres each. Equipped with simple cot beds, a sink, a toilet and enough canned goods to last as long as the radioactive fallout lingers. Bomb shelter. A requirement for every Swiss residential building. Originally mandated because of fear of Hitler. They now serve the same purpose over fear of what Putin might do.

Most Swiss families long ago turned the chambers into wine caves, so the hingers stayed limber from frequent use.

I’ve sometimes wondered, what would it be like to share a shelter with someone you do not really like? And what if a bomb struck nearby when you were inside and blocked the door from being re-opened? Did any of the chambers have a secret escape hatch? Or do you just shrivel away slowly from lack of oxygen?

I may take my chances on the outside. At least it would be quick.

Rick Adams is an aviation journalist and publisher of www.aviationvoices. com