A sweet entry by pensitivity101
Agnes was fascinated by the door in the wall.
Whenever she asked where it led, she never got a direct answer until her aunt came to stay.
‘Ah,’ she said that sunny afternoon.
‘The door goes to wherever you want. It can be a garden, a castle, an island, a forest, anywhere that takes your fancy. You just have to believe.’
Agnes pondered over that for the next hour, and as her aunt sat comfortably in the gazebo with her afternoon tea laced with scotch (that no-one was supposed to know about), she decided to try it out.
Dressed in sensible shoes and a light coat, Agnes walked down the steps and was just about to try the latch when the head gardener bellowed across the lawn
‘Where do you think you’re going, young lady?’
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For visually challenged writers, the image shows a grey wooden traditional door set amongst some stone walls.
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