I opened the door.
There was a sign beside it that said 'forbidden', but it did not specify which of the three doors was forbidden, though it was on the middle one. I'm sorry.
I was curious what lay beyond it: it was a tall oak door with an old fashioned brass knob. It made me think of whispered secrets and the cover of darkness and it plucked at my curiousity like a violinist's fingers. So I grabbed the cold knob and spun and I was surprised when it opened.
I'm not sure what I expected. Not much. I thought there might be a storage closet, or linens behind it.
But whne it opened it kept opening, the wall with it, then the air. And it keeps going.
The 'forbidden' sign has long since disappeared. I can't make it stop.
It just keeps going.
Art by Woraya Chotikul
Text by Lucie MacAulay
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