Stay innocent of evil lore
If you like the light, and love life more
Then don’t knock on the purple door
There’s a reason why it’s locked
–Pyanni children’s rhyme
Photo © C. E. Ayr
I’d heard the rhyme, of course: a silly bards-tale. Someone had painted their storage door purple as a lark, I assumed. Or to scare away thieves. It had the opposite effect on me.
Stepping into the alcove, I shivered, giggling at the thrill. I pulled the handle. Locked.
Surprised by my hesitation, I knocked. Nothing. Emboldened, I knocked again, tapping out the rhyme.
The door dissolved into black mist, roiling patches spreading like mold. Tentacles of darkness grabbed my wrist, pulled me in.
Now I understand. It’s no bards-tale. It’s our warning to you, whispered on the shadow winds.
Word count: 100. Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers challenge. A hearty thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting and to C. E. Ayr for the photo. Click here to read the other stories or submit your own.
I’m a little late this week because of Thanksgiving festivities, which have so far involved some truly amazing food and a wonderful chance to talk to old friends and make new ones. And it’s not over — more festivities at my place tomorrow! Happy Thanksgiving to all of you out there who celebrate it, and a big THANK YOU to all of you who read my blog and take the time to click the like button and -especially- comment. You warm my heart every time you do. Three cheers for you!