Doorway to wherever
A Miles, Marcus and Millie adventure
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. Playing in the garden as we did, it was a constant temptation. Miles started poking around with the padlock and I pulled a safety pin from my pocket, then waggled it around inside the lock until it clicked. Miles pulled the padlock away from the clasp and opened the door enough to squeeze through.
“Woah!” he said, stepping immediately inside. Millie and I followed him into the shed to see what was up, finding a small table in the middle. It wasn’t the map and swords that drew our attention as much as the golden coins that lay strewn about. We each picked some up, examining them closely. They were solid, heavy, and certainly looked like real gold.
“Suddenly, the whole shed began to shake, before ceasing abruptly. Frightened, I turned back to the door to run, but the whole opening had disappeared. There was just a bare, dirty wooden wall. On the opposite side of the shed another door appeared. Miles grasped the handle and then threw it open. We each let out a horrified gasp!
Stepping through the door we found ourselves, not in a grassy suburban garden, but on a shingle beach hemmed in by rocky cliffs and shelving down to the sea. Far out, a wooden sailing ship rocked to the gentle swell and a longboat was drawn up on the beach. Half a dozen men were clambering up the shingle slope towards us. Before we had time to react, one of them looked up at us in surprise.
“What took you so long?’ he shouted, then: ‘Where’s the map? Go back and get it! Quick you damn fools!”
As I grabbed the map, the shed dissolved into nothing.
About the Creator
Raymond G. Taylor
Author living in Kent, England. Writer of short stories and poems in a wide range of genres, forms and styles. A non-fiction writer for 40+ years. Subjects include art, history, science, business, law, and the human condition.
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wow cant wait for a continuation, a clever storytelling👌
Can't wait for the further adventures. It seems like there could be pirates. Good work.
Oh this is a sequel to a story of yours that I've not read before 😅 I'll bookmark this too to read when I have the time. Loved your story!
Excellent work, my friend! What a super clever way to lead into the continuation. For all who wonder what happens next, they don't have to wait! I, myself saved The earthenware jar. Can't wait to read it!