The Long Tale No. 17 - The Door

The door slammed shut and darkness replaced light in the blink of an eye. It was a wooden door, with rings and grains that told a thousand stories of a thousand pulls and pushes, slams and shouts. The golden handle gleamed and reflected the images and thoughts of those going through. Many people had walked through, for many different reasons and at many different times. The man had walked through once, adding his story to the grains and his thoughts to the gleam. And there were wounds in the door, of knives and fire. Of people forcing their way through.