Copyright Rich Voza
This is my first entry for the Friday Fictioneers 100 Word Challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Please follow the link and read the other stories. Thanks.
I’d come across the three doors in a nearby clearing.
Instinctively, I knew where opening the first two would lead. The first, would take me to anywhere in the past I wanted to go. Just imagine it and I’d be there. Watch the pyramids being built? Hear The Sermon on the Mount? So many options!
The second door would transport me to the future. To a date and time of my choosing. Both would return me, whenever I wished.
And the final choice? The red door seemed to be screaming “Do Not Enter!”
I tried the handle. It was unlocked…