He had fired his last shot. She didn’t want him. He had stuffed her around one too many times. What was he to do?
That’s when he remembered, that old saying: ‘when one door closes, another opens.’
But nothing was happening. His life was in the doldrums. What if that door he came through when he found her was the last door? What if you had been allotted so many doors in a lifetime as a cat lives? What if he had used up his quota? What then?
Just then a trapdoor opened beneath him.
John is a South Australian writer of poetry, flash fiction and the occasional short story.