FRIDAY FICTIONEERS: 27 September 2013

Copyright – Rich Voza

Copyright – Rich Voza

Friday Fictioneers

The Dream

Through a misty fog I walked; I came upon a clearing.  In the middle of the clearing I saw three doors, each a different color.  I saw each door stood alone, where might they lead?

I walk around each one.  I wondered:  could this be some strange display for a hardware store in the middle of a forest?

A voice began to recite: “Red is for passion, white is mourning, blue is cold winter’s death…”

Another said: “Red is for passion, white is for purity, blue is melancholy…”

I realized that my choice was between the Eastern and Western symbology!

Genre: Prose Poem
Word count: 100