By the time you see them, it's too late to get away. You can't run, you can't talk your way out of it, you have to pick.
Don't think that what happened to the guy before you is any clue. It resets. I've seen two people pick the same door and get a different result. And don't think that just because you can see through the blue one means that what you see through the blue one is what you'll find when you open it. And once it's open, it's too late, you have to go through.
I got lucky.
Sounds like there's no choice but to take a gamble. Nice one.ReplyDelete
Such is life. :-) Thanks!Delete
I like this very much, especially the last line. What happened to the narrator; how did he get lucky?ReplyDelete
He picked, and he lived. :-)Delete
Some days are better than others. Glad he got lucky. Nice one.
Thanks for reading! :-)Delete
Dear Mr. Blackstone,ReplyDelete
Human roulette. Good story. Lucky ending.
But was it really luck? ;)ReplyDelete
I'm picturing Cabin-in-the-woods-style outcomes for those who pick the wrong door, so, yeah, probably. :-)Delete
I kind of played with this idea of randomness in mind. Just because it's one color, doesn't mean that the same thing is behind the door. Glad luck was on his side. I love your title! - AmyReplyDelete
Thanks for reading :)Delete
I like the idea that you have to make your choice when you see the doors - you cannot run away...that´s life. I loke your story very much, there is a lot more in it than the 100 words.ReplyDelete
Thank you very much :-)Delete