Flash Fiction: Infinite Doors

It's been a busy week, but I thought I'd have a stab at the first challenge for the Third Writers' Platform-Building Campaign, which is hosted over at Rachael Harrie's blog. The rules are as follows:


Write a short story/flash fiction story in 200 words or less, excluding the title. It can be in any format, including a poem. Begin the story with the words, “The door swung open” These four words will be included in the word count.

If you want to give yourself an added challenge (optional), use the same beginning words and end with the words: "the door swung shut." (also included in the word count)

For those who want an even greater challenge, make your story 200 words EXACTLY!

Infinite Doorways

The door swung open.

Jay gasped.  The corridor that lay in front of her stretched so far into the distance that she couldn’t see its end point.  Hundreds of wooden doors studded the pale walls, each one was marked with a shining bronze plaque. Her future.

“So this is it then,” said David, his voice low, cracked. “You’d better go. They’ll be here soon.”

Unable to move, she took a deep breath.  Finally, she was free. She could do anything she wanted, go anywhere she pleased, but suddenly it all seemed too much.  What would she find out there, hidden behind those infinite doorways?

She turned to him and studied his face for one last time. The large mouth and those muted blue eyes, wise and utterly sad.  Funny how he’d changed, but then she had too.  “Will I see you again?” she asked softly.

He opened his mouth to answer her, but just as he was about to speak, the floor rippled with a faint green cast.  Her heart rate accelerated. The others had breached the gate.

“Go!” he said. “I’ll find you, I promise.”

She swallowed hard and stepped into the endless passageway.

The door swung shut.

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