Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #135

Welcome to Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge. Each week I will be posting a photo I grab off the internet and challenging bloggers to write a flash fiction piece or a poem inspired by the photo. There are no style or word limits.

The image below is from writerscentre.com.

For the visually challenged writer, the image shows a man standing alone in a field gazing at number of freestanding doors.

If this week’s image inspires you and you wish to participate, please write your post, use the tag #FFFC, and link back to this post. I hope it will generate some great posts.

Please create a pingback to this post or manually add your link in the comments.

21 thoughts on “Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #135

  1. pendantry September 13, 2021 / 8:09 am

    Interesting picture: I may take you up on this challenge. But the domain writerscentre.com from which you say this image comes (I don’t dispute that) appears to be for sale – leaving me with nobody to ask whether I can use it. So many doors, so many decisions; it’s difficult to know sometimes which ones to open, which to leave closed.

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  2. Marleen September 13, 2021 / 8:34 am

    Genesis – The Chamber Of 32 Doors – Original Lamb Slide Show

    🎶 … every single door that I walk through brings me back, back here again……. 🎶

    {I have been an enjoyer of Genesis basically before 1975 (although they did an album that Peter Gabriel largely wrote but which was recorded after he’d left) — even though I wasn’t aware of them before that; my tie-in was Salisbury Hill.}

    My mother sees herself as the keeper of doors. The doors are only barriers to seeing the surface of her lies. I didn’t know that, then. There is truth; truth and reality don’t interest her. What is good for me doesn’t interest her. Seeing into her lies, beyond the surface, is a fruitless task. But it is good to know she lies… like she breathes.

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    • Marleen September 13, 2021 / 10:47 am

      🎶 … and the magician singing all the chants that they have ever heard … all calling out my name even academics searching printed word … my mother to the right like everyone else they’re pointing but nowhere feels quite right………. 🎶

      From Salisbury Hill:

      🎶 … open doors will soon be shut.

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