The Door to the Past

'And this,' the voice said, 'is the door to the past.'

'I'm frightened to go through,' she said

'You are already in there,' it said with a comforting tone.

She knew that voice but couldn’t place it, but she knew she felt warmed by it.

She stepped through the doorway and saw herself at her birthday party. She couldn’t remember her age, five maybe six? She saw herself laughing as she opened the present. She remembered what it was before her young self had got the wrapping paper off. It was that doll.

The party faded and a new vision, it was her aged fifteen with Chris her first real boyfriend. Oh my god, she almost blushed as she remembered what this was. It was her first real kiss. ‘Please don’t fade away, please don’t…’

Too late, now it was her driving her first car. Wait, that was quite recent. She could hear her friends giggling in the back and Karen sitting next to her shouting ‘Selfie’

Before it could fully fade the voice spoke again, ‘back through the door now.’ Over the fading noise of her friends she remembered how she knew that voice, it was her mother. A bright white light blinded her eyes and she was confused, her mother was dead.

She heard a male voice shout ‘clear’ then a jolt and then the sound of a single note

The voice spoke again