Some primal instinct of survival must have surged through my body. There is no other explanation for how I could have run so far into the woods.
I could be dead. I will be dead if caught. Run!!!
This singular thought electrified my exhausted legs.
I glanced back when I thought I had lost them. In that moment of folly, the entire world came crashing in a heap of green and blue and brown. I tripped over a tree root and fell on my face.
Fear overwhelmed me. Trembling, I struggled to get up. That’s when it caught my eye – that wide gaping hollow at the base of the guilty tree; strangely dark.
The sound of approaching footsteps spurred me to dive into the hollow. Refusing to breathe, I inched forward to flatten myself against its inside wall. On reaching it, I let out an involuntary yelp; the wall was ice cold, in the middle of the tropical forest.
I panicked. Surely they had heard me now! Confused and desperate, I searched for any means of escape. That’s when I saw the mark of a human palm on the wall. Would it open, if I touched it? With no time to decide, I had no choice. I couldn’t imagine anything worse than a violent death. I placed my hand on the wall.
I have been here ever since. Over the years, I have often looked back at that moment of desperation. Every single time, I regret placing my hand.
Flash fiction in response to Weekend Writing prompt hosted by the lovely Sammi Cox. Thank you so much, Sammi! This week’s prose challenge.
Write a story with a maximum word count of 250 words that tells the story of a character or group of characters who discover a secret doorway. Your story must include the following elements:
- a description of the secret doorway
- an explanation of how the doorway was discovered
- a firm decision to either go through the doorway or not