Behind the Red Door

This post is in response to Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a complete story with a beginning, middle and end in 100 words or less using the picture prompt below.

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

I met Sara at the last meeting. I liked her sad story. She is homeless and sleeps on the grassy area under the highway overpass. We mumble “thanks for sharing” and let our minds wander back to our own pathetic world.

When my turn comes I rattle on about my recent good fortune. Faces turn as I describe my new digs. Suddenly Sara shouts that she is tired of sleeping on the streets and asks if I need a roommate. I give her my address.

“How can I find you?” she asks.

“Behind the red door. Number 6,” I reply.

Author: Danny James

“Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.”

23 thoughts on “Behind the Red Door”

  1. There is an idea that when the tide comes in all the boats rise.
    So if he can share his good fortune and it helps someone to progress in life then that can only be a good thing.
    I know people who sofa surf, it is not a good feeling on both sides
    We all like to help when we can, but there is a limit to being taken advantage of.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Creepy! Am I the only one thinking of that Rolling Stones song Painted Black, and also … a considerable number of devil/haunted house stories. A considerable number. I have a really bad feeling here.

    Liked by 1 person

Tell me your thoughts!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s