“Let the door not be a barrier. The light of liberation is the same, and will shine brighter if flames unite.”
I find this note in an antique statue placed on the mantelpiece. Heritage hotels give me a spooky feel. I wonder what stories lie behind, and who lives in those sculpted arches.
Who wrote this note? For whom? Why didn’t see this before?
The door opens, and music from celebrations outside floats in. It sounds familiar. Who is celebrating death?
I walk out, taking advantage of the fact that I’m invisible. Those people think I died a century ago.
Image credit: Dale Rogerson