Door Number Four

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In each corner there’s something unexpected to be.

 

“Dr. Pitt”

On the other side of this door there’s nothing strange, magical or romantic happening. What it is going on comes in a shape of a human, Dr. Pitt. He practices medicine and lives there and he always has his door open to the comunity, he doesn’t care about making money; of course it helps that he has, but I bet he would be the same if he handn’t, he is just like that. People care for him and he cares for them, but I was mistaken, there is in fact something weird about Dr. Pitt, he never goes out, he never leaves the Practice, he is kind of afraid of the world out there. I know, it has no logic, but it is what it is. Never the less, today he is going to face the outside, he is going to face his fear because after all he is a doctor and a kid needed his help. You see, yesterday afternoon, this kid, Lucas went to see him and told him that he was afraid of going to school. He told him that some guys were being bad to him and he felt hurt. Talking to Dr. Pitt helped him a lot, he needed to let it out, but was that enough, no it wasn’t at least not before Dr. Pitt’s eyes, he felt the need to do something, so today he is planning to do so, he doesn’t know what yet, but he has to. When he is about to open the door, he stops and takes some air and then opens the door. When he is on the other side he sees in the sky a beautiful rainbow and just like that in his mind he knew what it was needed to be done and went for it.

 

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Published by: sserrat

I'm the new black, but in color and that color is all the words that come up from inside my head. Fact: This Blog is for me to feel like a real writer. It's just like the feeling that the characters from the movie "you got mail" felt when those words appeared on the screen, that's how I feel when I clicked on P.U.B.L.I.S.H.E.D. That's just a great feeling. I can't see myself no writing in the sense of forever. Writing is magic and when you read me becomes true and when you comment starts to scream. I just love it. A place to be, to let myself go.

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