The door was solid, black, and laid out on the beach. Waves lapped at its sill as if it had always been there.
Tasneem stared at it, wondering where it had come from. There was nothing on the beach to offer a clue; no flotsam, flag, or name plate of a ship, no tracks in the sand to show it had been tossed aside by land dwellers. She brushed her fiery hair out of her eyes and approached.
Moving to pick it up, she found it impossibly heavy. Only when she took it by the knob did it move at all, the door swinging in its frame to reveal an ocean below, like a tide pool contained by the boundaries of its wood.
Looking into the glassy lagoon of the door, only disturbed by the occasional wave, she saw an ancient ship, sunken and filled with treasure. Staring in, she saw every kind of gold coin, crown, and necklace that the invaders had taken from the land. She saw the ruby bracelets her grandma once wore.
It was only then that she fled, sensing the door for the trap that it was. The door trembled, waiting to snap shut.
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love the suspense!
I’m glad it landed. Hard to pull it off in a small space.