It’s Friday (though only by a minute here on the East Coast) and I’m jumping into the Friday Fictioneers game right on time this week.

I hope you like what I’ve done with the prompt, but either way, after you give it read you should head on over to Madison Woods‘ site for even more great weekend word-smithing!

The Blue Door

“Yeşil Hat. Mavi kapı.”

Giannis Markou read the note for the hundredth time, and for the hundredth time he felt his pulse quicken. “Green Line. Blue door.”

There were thousands of blue doors in Lefkosia, but only one that mattered, so Giannis had stolen across the Green Line, and now – for the first time since the war – he stood on the land that the Turks had stolen.

The sun was glaring and everything was white. The stucco buildings, the sand and stone, seemed carved from sun-bleached bone. But beyond the blue door, red blood had been spilled. Beyond the blue door lay his greatest shame.

Giannis set his palm there, as if the door held a hatred he could somehow feel, and pounded. When it opened he found a man, middle-aged with graying temples, full cheeks, and eyes as blue as the door.

Giannis felt his eyes flood with tears as the realization came.

“You were the child,” he said, overcome. “You were their boy.”

Thanks to Jan Morrill for the cool photo prompt. As always, I’d love to hear your comments and criticism! Also, in case you haven’t noticed, I’ve revamped the look of my site, so I’d love to hear what you think about that, too. Happy weekend, everyone!