**The story below is a draft **
Jack stared at The Green Door.
Its smooth emerald frame was juxtaposed against the coarse greys
and dark marbling of the rock face it was set in. On either side two
unlit lanterns stood, he thought, as strange silent guardians, peaceful
now in the soft light of day but likely ominous and imposing when lit in
the black of night.
Jack felt mesmerised by it, he’d seen it in his dreams and something
had led him to this place, something he couldn’t explain but it felt as
though he’d been trying to get here all his life and now he stood
before it he was… scared. No, not scared, it felt right to him it all
made sense somehow he was just, apprehensive, this felt to be the
door to his very future, that should he step through all that was
destined to ever happen to him would come to pass.
It shimmered, it’s greens of emerald, jade and turquoise seemed to
swim across its surface, intermingling and changing as they flowed in
to deeper richer versions of themselves and then suddenly growing
lighter and more translucent. The door seemed to have etched in to it
an intricate pattern, although Jack was finding it hard to keep a picture
of the door in his mind’s eye, its very design was hypnotic and
memory of its particulars seemed to wash themselves from his
thoughts. The pattern though, he concentrated hard, reminded him of
the pattern laid down on a sea bed when the sun shone through clear
waters onto the golden sand below.
A tingle ran down his spine and he looked around him, here on this
path that sat casually on the shoreline of this small holiday island
stood this magnificent door and yet people might pass it every day, so
why was he drawn here, why was he certain it held an incredible
mystery? To find out, he would have to wait. What little he instinctively
knew about the door he knew this for certain, it would not ‘work’ until
midnight, he had no idea how he knew that but he was as sure about
that as he was as sure as he had been that if he came to this place
he’d find it here.
He turned to walk away and in doing so was filled with the strangest
feeling that the door was watching him, like a sleeping guard
lazily eyeing a mouse creeping across the floor from one half open
eye. Whatever adventure laid behind the door would have to wait,
after the tension and angst in getting here he had now some small
time to relax, destiny would wait, and se he walked down to the
shoreline in full view of the midday sun, taking of his socks and shoes
so he’d feel the reality of the sand on his skin. Worries of the door and
the future fast faded from the forefront of his mind, it would all come to
pass later from now, he took two steps into the warm inviting sea
closing his eyes and inhaling as he did so. He was calm. Everything
was at last coming together and this moment now was his, this
moment was the calm before the storm.
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