To say that I was annoyed is putting it mildly. I was more annoyed than a sack full of badgers that had just been beaten by a stick. Those slippers were a gift! Oh, make no mistake, I hated them when I first received them. After all, who wears fuzzy rubber ducky slippers? Simply dreadful. Preposterous! Embarrassing even. And yet, just recently, I realized that they had been her last gift to me.
Yes, I was good and truly annoyed now! How dare he keep my slippers? Who did he think he was? The annoyance I felt was like the sort of annoyance that you might feel after having sat down in the restroom and your significant other chooses precisely the wrong moment to knock urgently on the door, shouting at you, "Are you going to be in there much longer? What are you doing in there? I need to use the restroom!" Yes, and so do I, as it happens, that is why I'm in here, after all, you think with a sigh.
I miss those days. She was my life... until she lost hers to that beastly cancer a few years past. Well, there are no more knocks on the bathroom door now. Yes, I have the bathroom--the whole house really--all to myself. That house filled with all of those gaudy trinkets, baubles, and knick-knacks which all belong right in the rubbish bin. Honestly, they belonged in the rubbish bin before she bought them! Ridiculous things. I haven't touched even one of them. Not one.
I realized again then, but in a much deeper way as I stood on the deck staring at the door which had just been closed, that I might never see any of it again. A surge of emotion I hadn't felt to this point suddenly washed over me like a flood. I could scarcely breathe, and barely took notice as I was led away.
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The Ill-mannered Door (humorous sci-fi)
Science FictionWhat would you do if you woke to find a door in your room? No, not an ordinary, well-behaved door that stays in the wall where it belongs, but one standing near the side of your bed that leads to another world. That is precisely what happens to Thom...
