Hallways fascinate me. They are the only place where time doors can be found.
Time doors are invisible. Nothing alive can see them. However, they can be found, be unlocked and lead us to other places. Step through one, and you will be transported to another part of your life (past or future). When Death visits us, it takes our hand and leads us through a time door. Death has a key, but we don’t need it or Death to unlock time doors.
Besides Death, the only object that can open a time door is a shadow. Not just any shadow, but a shadow that has the power to see. My shadow found a time door in a long hallway. As soon as the shadow of my eye hit the lock of the time door, my eye was scanned and the door opened. Nobody else saw it.
I found myself on top of a wall of a fort. I was in the city of York, England, and living a previous life as a Roman soldier. I was on guard duty looking out for enemies that wanted to invade the city.
My armour felt heavy on my body and made me sweat. I held a shield and could feel the wetness on my hand making the shield slippery to hold. In my other hand was a long spear. A helmet on my head felt as if it was going to cause my head to cave-in. However, it felt safe and I knew that my body armour would protect me.
Briefly, I looked away from the outside of the city walls and inwards to the city. It was busy and, as sordid smells hit my nostrils, I wanted to heave up the contents of my stomach. Rotting olive oil was mixed with the smell of burning flesh, animal waste and mud. From the market, smells of fresh fruit, vegetables and herbs were mixed with fly infested fish and meat that was turning rancid without refrigeration.
Some of the residents of the city looked well dressed but, underneath, I knew that many were infected with head lice, had bad breath, and most were infected with gonorrhoea. Some kept farm animals inside their homes. Almost every house and apartment building in the city had private one-seat toilets, yet they were rarely connected to the main sewer lines. They tended to be cesspit toilets, which had to be emptied by hand (household slaves had the honour). The contents were either sold to farmers for fertiliser or used in household gardens.
I didn’t like this part of my life. Thank goodness I was killed at the age of 29. Then, before I knew it, I was transported back to where I had just come from. Another shadow that could see and unlock time doors had passed by me. As soon as our shadows touched, the time doors we had both entered closed and moved to another dark space in the hallways we had come from. My memory of Roman York quickly disappeared, yet a small part of it was left embedded in the darker side of my shadow. That’s why I still remember that part of my life.
Now, whenever I walk down a hallway, I look for my shadow and keep my fingers crossed that it will find a time door.
Next time you walk down a hallway, listen out for the click of a time door opening. Walk through it and tell us your story.
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