“Behind the Blue Door” — FWG Flash Fiction for 6/28/2025

Your guide’s local knowledge is critical.

The prompt is:

https://pixabay.com/photos/door-blue-door-wall-greece-8791308

BEHIND THE BLUE DOOR

Jenny stopped in her tracks.

“Check out the blue door.”

Javier tugged on her hand.

Annoyed, she said, “Just wait a minute.”

Javier had been fixated on the Carnivale festival since she arrived in Sitges. She dropped his hand and walked up to the ancient portal.

“It’s a double door, barred on the outside,” she muttered to herself. “But the stones of the doorframe wrap around it. Where are the hinges?”

Javier huffed his own annoyance from the cobblestone street.

Let him wait. Jenny thought. He’s just my driver and tour guide. Well, maybe more than that if he plays his cards right.

Jenny reached out to feel the rough, cracked wood.

“Don’t do that!” Javier snapped. “You don’t know what’s behind that door.”

Jenny, startled by his commanding tone, turned slowly. “What could possibly--?”

Javier grabbed her arm and pulled her back into the street.

“The blue color is a warning. That door has been closed for centuries. They even placed stones around the doorframe so it can’t ever be opened.”

His warning only made Jenny more intrigued.

“What’s behind it?”

Javier led her down the street to where the crowd was gathering.

“Nothing good, believe me. Especially during Carnivale.”

***

Carnivale in Sitges was a blur of colorful floats, music, dancing, and rioja wine. A lot of rioja wine. Sometime during the party, Jenny lost track of Javier. So, alone, she trudged up the street, stumbling over the cobblestones, very late that night.

The blue door glowed with its own pale light, drawing Jenny to it like a moth to a flame. She reached out to stroke the blistering paint, but her hand passed right through, where sharp claws bit into her wrist. Her scream was cut off as the monster inside dragged her through the portal.

THE END