Those doors just keep appearing in our path. Today’s 100 word story is entitled Silent Thunder, Enjoy!
Silent Thunder
Lost and wandering in a NYC alley I noticed one lone bulb, its naked cast upon a lone door labeled Silent Thunder. I went in.
To my amazement the room was only 3 feet wide. On each side black lacquered doors went on and on.
Opening one of the doors stepping inside a room so small you could only look forward into a mirror.
I started to back out when a hand holding a martini came through a door in the mirror. What could I do, I took it, then I knew this was the fabled bar for Zen Masters.
