The Little White Door


I opened the little white door to a mystic world of innocence. I walked in, careful not to tread on something carelessly littered by a toddler. This was the place that nurtured me like a sapling.

When I was there before, everything looked so big and massive and now it looked just the opposite, tiny and adorable. Carefully placed stationery in a mug, sheets of paper stacked neatly, folders labelled and placed alphabetically. This was where I started and now I leave it teary-eyed.

One last look on my way out and I knew it was my last day there.

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Linking this to 100 words on Saturday at Write Tribe prompt of ‘I knew it was my last day there’.

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34 thoughts on “The Little White Door

  1. Its always the first workplace that evokes such strong emotions – especially when leaving.
    Beautifully etched 🙂

    PS: Nice look:)

  2. This was amazing and reminded me of the playhouse I had when I was a little girl. I thought it was the best place in the world and—huge. It grew a lot smaller as I grew up. Sadly it only exists now in my memories. Wonderful take on the prompt!

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