Door

Door

A frame of stone, black and cold, in carved square with perfect angles, frmaing a wooden door, soft and polished, without decorations. Soft lines only interrupted by a lock.
Antique, out of place in this modern world of electronic doors, keeping perhaps a secret of old times, or maybe a forgotten treasure.
So much time has passed, that all thief are now electronics experts, its only her that knows the techniques to open this kind of lock. Othewise he would have tried himself.
Curios, to see how she beleives that with only three pieces of wire she wants to defeat that metallic monster. Such a rudimentary technique.
Looks like a game of ages ago, like the chinesse sticks his aunts used to play.

Then a click sounds, a smile draws in her face, her cheecks rise, her eyes shine. He notices then how pretty she is, too bad she usually is so cruel.
Sh raises, facing him, with that look of her in the eyes, bit sadistic, that has always scared him.
With a hand on the door, and another on her chest, she says "Its open now, but I doubt it will let you go inside"
She pushes both, the surprise of the movement, or maybe the loss of concentration on looking her, have made him loose balance. He falls observing how she crosses the door frame.
Around her soluitte before it closes, he manages to see, it was just an empty room

Then he understands, the treasure was her, and it was him who locked her away.
There are the little wires, the only tools nedded to release her. He tries, and tries, but if it looked so easy, like a game.
Damn you modern things, now both trapped.


PS. about the photo, is a door handle I saw, and I liked.