PHOTO PROMPT- Copyright – Jan Wayne Fields
This is my submission for this week’s Friday Fictioneers. To read more stories and add your own, click on the blue froggy.
Letter found in a bottle:
When I feel completely, utterly alone, you’re there.
You don’t always quiet the storm. You don’t always make me feel better. When all is said and done, I think all we really need, all any of us can give, is that calm, cool certainty. There will be a port out there waiting for you, when your ship is ready to come in.
If today I do not return, I pray you never forget: you were there. You did what you could. I tried to come back, but this time for some reason I couldn’t.
5000 people a year. Every spring a crowd would gather on the muddy cobblestone street where the pale gray door sat waiting to open. Some brought whole families, and some brought hope.
For exactly 5000 people a year, the door would creak silently open and they, and only they, could see it happen. No one who was called refused. No one in the kingdom failed to stop and see if it was their turn, from the highest regent to the lowest peasant. Though some tried, no one from outside the kingdom was ever called to enter.
No one knew where the door had come from or why it was there.
Some returned with rare jewels. Others returned with secrets, with knowledge beyond telling.
5000 people a year, starting in spring and ending in fall – and the world would never be the same again.
This is my fifth entry for the A-Z Challenge. It’s also IWSG Wednesday and I want to say happy IWSG Day to all my insecure writers out there! Every time I commit myself to do this flash fiction thing I find myself inspired and reminded that – when I put in the effort – I can get things written. Maybe not the best work in the world but once I start writing I remember why I love it and wonder how I sometimes think I can’t possibly think of anything to write today.