FLASH FICTION,  Surrealism

The Door

[Note: I wrote this on 9 July 2020. Found it in the draft folder. I LMAO alone while publishing this story now.]

When I saw the ad, I didn’t think twice. I clicked the “Buy Now” button and made the payment. So, after a week, J&T Express came honking at my door; the package had arrived from Japan. I opened the package and placed it in my studio, just beside the main door.

A day after I received the package, I packed my bag and went travelling around the world. I brought with me a whole load of facial masks and gloves too. During this pandemic outbreak, one has to think about personal health and safety.

My first destination was Venice, due to the printmaking workshop I paid for early this year. I learned a lot in the workshop and stayed there for a week to cover the duration of the full course.

After buying some printmaking tools, I then went on to the next destination: Positano. Later on, I visited Syracuse, Palermo, and Sardinia Island. These cities were on my list just because.

Next on the list were the cities of literature that I had been longing to visit: Amherst. Being a fan of Emily Dickinson, I included The Emily Dickinson Museum on my bucket list. The museum is a merged property of two houses the poet called home, set on three acres of natural beauty that inspired much of her work.

So when I posted my photos on Instagram, having breakfast in Dublin, lunch in Paris, and dinner in Zagreb, people were wondering and thought that I superimposed my photos. Well, I did not. I bought the infamous Dokodemo Door—remember the package delivered by J&T Express?

Being an avid traveller, this door is very important. You see, the door is magical. It can fit in my bag and will become bigger in times of need. There are only two authentic and genuine doors in the world; one of which is owned by Doraemon.

Somewhere in Vatican City, 2016
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