The Purple Door
UNITED STATES10SHORT STORY
Sophie
10/31/20251 min read
Every house on our street had a brown door except number seventeen.
Its door was purple.
People said a witch lived there. One afternoon, I knocked.
An old woman opened the door and handed me a biscuit.
She was not a witch.
The biscuit, however, made me float three centimetres above the pavement.