Five Sentence Fiction: Doors

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Photo Credit: Danny James

 A great wall with a very large red front door confronted them.

Even a few yards away they could feel the cold draft drawing them forward.

The door slowly open as if opened for the first time in hundreds of years.

A strange robed figure came toward them in greeting.

He held out his hand: “$10 in advance in my palm, $12.50 at the door.”