Prompt ….
Thank you Grant-Sud for this week’s prompt.
The old man opened the pink door. He saw soot-caked skyscrapers, squat tenements, concrete, glass, metal and wood for miles in all directions he could see. He saw traffic lights and thousands of cars on miles and miles of road. He could fathom a million places for the invisible enemies to hide and wait in the large urban jungle sprawl below him.
Behind him he could see his daughter painting the door red (she had no red paint so she had used this vile pink) as he had debarred her from ever opening it. He could see her brother teasing her about it and draw the icon for a portal with chalk.
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I need to cut down on all those memory blockers – I am seeing things that have not been here since ages.
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Thank you Priceless Joy
Yarnspinnerr 
Haunting past or illusory present, both can be equally daunting for some. Life is not so easy after all.
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Newer realities that an old man can not be bothered to remember.
Thank you.
That’s bitter sweet. Nicely done.
Glad you think so.
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Great story YS! I can just see his daughter painting this door pink!
I am so glad. Thank you.
You’ve successfully taken us into an old man’s imaginary mind visions, Yarnspinnerr. Good writing. 🙂 — Suzanne
An old man’s perspective of events gone by.
Thank you. 🙂