The door was ajar.

“Dare you to go in,” chided Magnus.

“What’s in there?” asked his little brother, Ulysses.

“Probably dead bodies. Maybe a few dead animals,” answered Magnus. “Just a bunch of dead stuff. Nothing that could hurt you.”

As if on cue, the wind blew a flurry of dead leaves past the boys with a dry rustle. A few settled in the open doorway. Ulysses instinctively stepped behind his brother, so Magnus was between him and the door.

“Dead stuff can’t hurt you, you know,” Magnus continued. “It’s dead.”

Ulysses cowered even more.

“Dare you,” Magnus said again.

The stone faces on either side of the door frowned at the two boys as if to say, DO NOT ENTER. The door creaked a little with the next gust of wind, like a low heavy sigh.

“Did you hear that?” asked Ulysses.

Magnus nodded. “Dead bodies moan sometimes. I read that in a book.”

The door moved, almost imperceptibly. Both boys looked at each other.

“Do dead bodies open doors?” asked Ulysses.

“Don’t be dumb,” answered Magnus. “Just go look.”

Slowly the younger brother tiptoed toward the door, looking back at his brother multiple times.

“Go on,” hissed Magnus.

Slowly, Ulysses placed a trembling hand the massive stones framing the door. With his other hand, he pushed open the door.

Suddenly, a hand from inside reached out and yanked him in.

Magnus screamed and ran.

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The Unicorn Challenge: Write a story of no more than 250 words. Base it on the photo prompt.

Who/what is behind that door?! I wish I knew.

He looked at his watch and sighed. It had been 20 minutes, then thirty. Her vest still hung on the back of the chair.

Surely she would be back.

When he had seen her photograph on the dating app, he knew. Okay, maybe creating that fake account posing as a younger man had been deceptive. Maybe even creepy. But he had to meet her.

He described exactly what he would be wearing. She would have no question that he was the man she was meeting. Nobody else would be wearing a brown argyle sweater sitting at the exact table he described.

He watched her stop when she entered. Her face went blank for a moment. Then she took a deep breath and smiled that glorious smile as she approached him.

“Dan?” she asked.

He nodded and rose. She hugged him, something he hadn’t expected.

They ordered drinks and chatted without a word about his age or appearance. She simply chatted about her work as a nurse and her orange tabby that greeted her each night.

He barely heard a word. He was studying her perfect lips and teeth, her high cheekbones, her tiny nose. He had been correct.

When she excused herself to go to the ladies’, he resolved to tell her when she got back. She was his daughter. He knew.

She never came back. The bar closed. The vest still hung on the chair.

As he was leaving, he realized that his wallet had disappeared in that hug.

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This is my submission for this week’s Unicorn Challenge. The Unicorn Challenge is simple: write 250 words or less (DON’T YOU DARE GO OVER) based on the photo prompt.

One of my co-workers is newly single and he was reading me posts from Facebook Dating. We both open at the facility where we work — so this was about 5:30 AM when he started. He wandered off as people came into the facility, but later stopped in my office to read me some more. Later I saw him sitting in another office, reading posts out loud.

At the end of the day, he stopped by my office again. “When I first started reading them posts,” he said, “I thought they was pathetic. Now, after reading them all day, I think they’re just funny.”

Yes, funny. In a pathetic way.

He slipped into the water. Before he started swimming, he patted the arm pouch strapped to his left arm. Yes, it was there. The bulge told him the contents were safely inside.

The masts lit up the boats. The harbor was awash with light. But he needed to avoid being seen and recognized.

Silently he breaststroked towards the boat, the water barely rippling behind him. He focused on the goal. The light from the mast stays shone on the water. Each time he came near a finger of light, he dove under and swam a distance. No one must see him.

The closer he drew to the boats, the more light he had to avoid on the surface of the water. Over and over he dove and swam. Each time he surfaced to breath he would reorient his direction so that he was headed for the Euridyce.

Finally there, he heaved himself up over the side, trying to time his efforts with other waves hitting the boat. It would less likely be noticed that way.

Silently, he unzipped the pouch and pulled out the square box. She would recognize it, he knew. She had been hinting for months.

He kissed the blue velvet cover and whispered, “This will knock your socks off.”

And more, he thought.

Down in the cabin, he left the box on the shelf beside her. He had no doubt that she would see and open it.

God, she looked lovely sleeping there.

Next to him.

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This is this week’s Unicorn Challenge response.

The Unicorn Challenge is simple: 250 words and base it on the photo.

“Three is my magic number,” Bea said.

“Why do you say that?” her father asked.

“Well,” she replied, using her fingers to count things off, “you write my birthday as 3-3, March 3. There are three of us in our family — you, me, mom. Our house is number three on the street –“

He interrupted, “That’s not our house number.”

“I know that,” she replied, “but if you count the houses from the turn-off, we’re the third one.”

She continued until she ran out of fingers. “I’m in the third grade. I have three cats. There are three letters in my name. I eat lunch with two other girls – that makes three. My friends have three-letter names: Ivy and Nia.”

She found a notebook. “I’m going to collect a hundred threes today,” she announced, and in her very best third-grade scrawl, she wrote numbers down in a column.

She listed off the three-letter names first: Bea, Ivy, Nia, Mom, Dad. Then she continued: “thrid [sic] house” and kept going.

Bea worked steadily all day on this project.

“Bananas.” Won’t eat one today, thought Dad.

“White rocks.” Only three? thought Dad.

“Broken fence rails.” Need to fix those, thought Dad.

“Letters in the mail.” Bills, thought Dad.

At bedtime, Bea was discouraged. “I couldn’t do it,” she told her father. “I only got to thirty-seven.”

“I’m giving you three stars for trying,” he said.

“What?” she asked.

“Look in the fish tank,” he told her.

When she did, she squealed with delight.

This is my contribution to the Unicorn Challenge. It’s a simple challenge: write a story no more than 250 words. Base it on the photo prompt.