Open Doors and A Hot Flash #ThursdayDoors #vss #FlashFiction

Today’s the first of the month — seems like forever! — and I have a new Hot Flash on my Hot Flashes page. A Hot Flash is what I can my micro-mini stories of 50 words or fewer.

It’s also Thursday Doors, the brain child of Norm Frampton. Visit Norm’s page, view his wonderful photographs, and click on the blue frog link at the bottom of his Thursday Doors post. It will take you to a list of other Thursday Doors posts. Add your own and/or explore others.

Here are my doors this week,from a friend’s back yard. TheΒ doors are all open, so I guess this is Thursday Doorways, but whatever. The shed door is open because a stray cat had kittens in it and she needs to get in and out. Attempts are underway to tame her so she can be fixed. One of the kittens is a tortoiseshell. If it’s a male, I’ve got dibs. Yes, I know they’re rare, but SAGE.

ANYWAY, here are the doors:

A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Write about a door or doors.

MA

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I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

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One thought on “Open Doors and A Hot Flash #ThursdayDoors #vss #FlashFiction

  1. Dan Antion

    June 1, 2017 at 3:42pm

    I’m OK with just one door and for it to be open. I feel like I have to ask, did Tipper approve of your claiming dibs on a new kitty? I suspect we will hear from him at some point in the future.

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      Marian Allen

      June 2, 2017 at 7:36am

      He doesn’t know. The chances of a tortoiseshell being male is about one in 30,000, so I seriously doubt the question will ever come up. πŸ™‚

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  2. Norm 2.0

    June 1, 2017 at 5:50pm

    An open door is still a door πŸ˜‰
    Hey! What, no pics of the kittens or are they just too young yet?

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      Marian Allen

      June 2, 2017 at 7:40am

      They’re feral, Norm, so I didn’t want to intrude on their safe place to get a picture, and the interior of the shed was too dark to take a picture from the brightness outside and crop in. We could catch glimpses of them now and then, but just an ear or a romping rump; nothing large enough or indentifiable enough — or motionless enough — to be worth trying to snap.

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  3. joey

    June 1, 2017 at 7:41pm

    LIKE
    As you know, I was a bit door poor today, so I enjoyed the stone and the scenery of yours. I refuse to write about a door today, but I will write about doors every Thursday until a time to be determined.

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      Marian Allen

      June 2, 2017 at 7:41am

      You refuse to write about a door? That sounds like a deliberate strike. I hope you haven’t been insulted or injured by a door today. Or, you know, any day. hugs!

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      • joey

        June 2, 2017 at 5:40pm

        I had no doors to write about. Now, I do πŸ™‚

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  4. Vicky

    June 4, 2017 at 4:50pm

    Tee hee, you scraped into Thursday doors by the skin of your kitty-cat Marian Allen!

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      Marian Allen

      June 5, 2017 at 8:00am

      Heh! I posted one measly door on Thursday, so Tipper decided to help me out. πŸ˜€

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