Knocking at the Door

Summary

A person immersed in a book ignores the escalating disturbance at their door until the inevitable intrusion of darkness.

Abstract

The narrative describes an individual engrossed in reading a book, who is acutely aware of the impending interruption signaled by the passage of time and the growing intensity of knocks on their door. Despite the increasing violence of the attempts to enter, the reader remains focused on the book, which is revealed to be a family photo album. The story culminates in the door giving way to darkness, suggesting a metaphorical or literal end to the protagonist's solitude or life.

Opinions

The author conveys a sense of impending doom through the description of the increasingly aggressive knocking.
The protagonist's choice to continue reading rather than address the disturbance suggests a deliberate avoidance of an inevitable confrontation.
The book is personified as valuable and is later revealed to be a family photo album, implying its significant emotional value.
The darkness that enters once the door breaks is metaphorical, possibly representing the end of the protagonist's resistance, the intrusion of an external threat, or the arrival of a personal reckoning.
The author invites readers to explore more of their work and engage on social media, indicating a desire for community and feedback from fellow writers and readers.

A flash fiction

I sit here reading my book. A good book. An adventurous book.

I check the time, though I already checked it several times in the past few minutes. I know it’ll happen soon.

So I continue to read my book. An admirable book. A realistic book.

Then, right on time, the knock came. At first, it was soft, then it grew rougher. More aggressive. Soon the door was being pounded on, the knob shaking violently.

But I turned back to my book. My valuable book. My picture book.

I did my best to ignore the desperate attempts to get inside my room. Yet, I knew it was inevitable. It was time. The door couldn’t withstand the force forever.

It broke, letting the darkness in.

And I sat there, waiting, looking at my book. Looking at my favorite book one last time. Looking at my family’s photo album one last time.

Before darkness engulfed me.

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