Agnes was fascinated by the door in the wall.
Whenever she asked where it led, she never got a direct answer until her aunt came to stay.
‘Ah,’ she said that sunny afternoon.
‘The door goes to wherever you want. It can be a garden, a castle, an island, a forest, anywhere that takes your fancy. You just have to believe.’
Agnes pondered over that for the next hour, and as her aunt sat comfortably in the gazebo with her afternoon tea laced with scotch (that no-one was supposed to know about), she decided to try it out.
Dressed in sensible shoes and a light coat, Agnes walked down the steps and was just about to try the latch when the head gardener bellowed across the lawn
‘Where do you think you’re going, young lady?’
Snatching her hand back, she turned to face him and said she was going on an adventure.
‘Ah. Aunt Maisie been telling you tales about The Door has she?’
Agnes looked at her shoes and with her hands behind her back, rocked from one foot to the other.
‘Sort of.’ she said. ‘I’m curious to know what’s on the other side. Is there a key?’
He scratched his beard and said ‘Yep.’
‘Do you know where it is?’
Getting a bit impatient for her nine years, she asked ‘Can I borrow it?’
Her shoulders slumped.
‘Tell you what though. You and your aunt meet me here at six o’clock and we’ll all go through together.’
Agnes was beside herself with excitement and was forever badgering her aunt to get move on as six o’clock was fast approaching and she wanted to go through the door.
Maisie smiled at the child.
Ben had been the family gardener for decades and they had been friends. She was glad he was going to show her what lay beyond the door in the wall.
When the door opened silently without a trace of age or neglect, Ben and Maisie stood aside and let Agnes walk through before them.
Agnes stood and stared.
‘It’s the same as our side,’ she said sadly.
‘Not quite,’ said Ben.
Turning her to one side, he pointed out a small mound with a crumbling wall on the top.
‘That was our castle,’ he said. ‘I was the imprisoned prince and your Aunt came to save me.’ He chuckled.
‘And over there,’ Maisie added, ‘is a pond where we used to play at being pirates.’
The adults laughed at her confusion.
Taking her gently by the shoulders, Maisie said
‘Close your eyes, and listen. There are birds and other animals here because this part of the grounds are secluded. Use your imagination, see where it takes you.’
Agnes did just that, and felt herself drifting, to a land of unicorns, fairies and dragons.
Written for KL Caley’s write photo prompt.