The challenge for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner will open early Thursday morning, February 2nd. Allow the prompt to take you anywhere you want to go! (Limit your stories to 200 words.)
This challenge is open until 11:00 pm Friday night, February 10th, 2017.
He paused, hand on the doorknob, not sure he really wanted to enter. Entering meant returning to his past, stepping away from all he’d learned and acquired, all he’d become, to return to a world of darkness and pain which, in the long run, he wasn’t sure he’d ever wanted to leave. One step inside and his world was a different world, good or bad; he’d never know until the knob turned and the door swung in on the remnants of his left-behind life.
Was this what he wanted? To draw back the curtain on a time he’d much rather have forgotten? When all he’d gained; all he’d found, loved and even lost lay on this side, in the sunshine? Loss was a part of life; familiar as his own skin, his own heart and soul and memory.
How could he be the husband he wanted to be, needed to be, without stepping inside? Not knowing was to navigate the rest of his life blind.
Taking a breath, he stepped inside, allowing the door to close behind him. Cast into shadows, lost, unless he somehow found the door on the farthest side. To walk through pain, and beyond, was to survive.
Step after step after step.
And then, another.