gillian-ybabez: deepwaterwritingprompts: Text: Death was a shadowy figure, standing in front of
gillian-ybabez: deepwaterwritingprompts: Text: Death was a shadowy figure, standing in front of three identical doors. “Choose,” it said. * “Am I dead?” I asked. Death inclined their head ever so slightly, extended an arm towards the doors and said once more, “Choose.” “Ok, so these doors lead to like different afterlifes, afterlives?, or rewards or punishments, right? No don’t answer that. They could also all lead to the same place as some sort of metaphor about humans not having free will. Don’t tell me.” I studied the doors. All three were plain wooden doors with a regular door knob on the right. I looked closer at the patterns in the wood grain. Was that a face on the second door? Whose face, my fathers? No he wasn’t dead, yet. But maybe this was happening outside linear time? “Hey, do I have to chose now or can I think about it for a while?” “Chose,” Death said again in their monotone reverberating voice. “Can I glance through the doors first?” Death leaned back as if they had never been asked that before. After a minute, they nodded. I heard a three sets of clicking and clacking as the three door knobs turned. The doors cracked open. Behind the first door I saw a living room. Pleasant music drifted out. Seated on the sofa was my grandmother knitting the sweater she hadn’t finished for me. On the coffee table, a spread of cookies, homemade, sat. Behind the second door I saw a street. People walked back and forth between street vendors and food trucks that lined the street. Others sat in the shade talking, laughing, or just resting contently. Distantly I could hear a band playing on a stage. Behind the third door I saw a black void. As a stared into it I began to see shapes without borders and hear sounds that bled into each other. It was empty of meaning but full of potential. The doors closed. I turned to Death. “Thank you, for letting me see what was on the other side. I’m ready to chose now.” They said nothing. I walked up to my door opened it and stepped through. -- source link
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