It was a cool sunny day,
one of those days that only early fall can provide,
I walked.
In an ancient town in an older countryside.
I paused by an old door, with boards twisted and paint long gone.
The hinges rusted and frozen,
ivy encroaching.
What may lay beyond?
What mysteries my mind conjured.
A gateway to other worlds?
Or a pathway to a secluded garden, a shaded place
where lovers once met.
Dreaming the dreams that only those in love could have dreamed.
Two souls imagining a life spent together.
I reached to try the latch,
then thought better of it, and left with dreams intact.
About the Creator
Katie
Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
The Road to Nowhere
Trigger warnings: Violence, Death. "May the Sun burn your tongue out, woman," Fredrick's father screamed the curse into his mother's ear as their elegant little carriage rumbled along, its polished wood and gilded trim glinting in the torchlight. They had just left the small village of Saffron and were on an unnamed road to the capital for the Royal wedding. Fredrick leaned back in his plush velvet seat to escape into the passing landscape, but across from him sat the servant boy, a scrappy lad named Jack. Jack's eyes held a mixture of awe and fear, the kind that only a commoner could feel in the presence of nobility. Jack looked up and caught Fredrick's gaze, offering him a sad little smile before reaching into his pocket and retrieving a little caramel treat. This candy was no doubt stolen from the kitchen treat cupboard; if he was caught with it, he would be locked in the box as punishment.
By Frank English7 days ago in Fiction
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