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Six more from my drawer novel.
I signed over the desk to my third shift replacement, clocked out at 2100 hours, and let my car—a nifty little Ford Shirataki I had just paid off—take me home.
I plugged the Shirataki into its charger, locked the garage door behind me, and trudged around to the front. There hadn’t been enough credit in my accounts to get a Security Garage Door installed, so I’d had the connecting door to the house and the back door sealed until I did—I’d had break-ins that first year, people looking for revenge, an excusable target, or just souvenirs.
I keyed my code into the DoorPost, which released a hardcopy letter from Aunt Rosie and announced that it had recorded thirty-four messages and had issued a trespassing alert, one warning blast, no fatalities.
I walked up the path to the Door, which let me in and locked behind me.
Home Sweet Home.
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Previous Installments:
First ♦ Second ♦ Third ♦ Fourth ♦ Fifth ♦ Sixth ♦ Seventh ♦ Eighth ♦ Ninth ♦ Tenth ♦ Eleventh
Earful of Cider 
I love all of the world-building details you add into each and every six! As always, I look forward to reading more! 🙂
Thanks, Jessica! I liked yours today, too—very interesting dialogue! 😉
No fatalities…this is an awesome series of sixes. thanks so much for sharing them.
Thanks for reading them, Wendy!
I love that as futuristic as this novel is, it’s not far-fetched at all. The car driving itself, plugging it in–things that we do and are around the corner. Now, the door is something totally sci-fi, but I can see that happening no problem. I always liked the door. Great six, Sarah!
Thanks, Lisa. I love the Door almost as much as I like the bookshop over at your place!
This world really does sound like somewhere I want to read more about – love the door tresspassing alert!
Thanks, Sarah. I like to think that there’s a small sign next to it saying, “No Solicitation.” 🙂
Great worldbuilding! You weave it in so well!
Thanks! I love your new opener—it’s perfect.
This reminds me of Philip K. Dick. And that photo! The kind of thing you have installed when you really shouldn’t open the door to him but you know you will?
Really? YES! Thank you, Anna! That’s the feel I wanted—futuristic realism, slightly shopworn.
That chain gives you several chances to change your mind—it might not prevent you from inviting your ex over after a whole bottle of Merlot and a sad movie, but it might prevent you from opening the door . . . . It actually exists, by the way. Also comes in brushed steel.
“No fatalities.”
My favorite part, I love how it’s just an aside. “Oh, by the way, no one died today.”
Hee hee! 😀
No fatalities– love it!
Thanks, D’Ann.
Full Metal Librarian! Love this title. I need to go back and read the other installments now. This was fun. Thanks!
Thanks for dropping by, Silver! I hope you continue sixing (doesn’t sound quite right, does it?)—Caleb is interesting. 🙂
I’m so intrigued. A doorpost that spits out a hard copy message? Talk about futuristic!
Actually, it’s a Real Letter stuffed into the ‘Post. Aunt Rosie is something of a Luddite.
I’m definitely coming back to read more next week. So intriguing!
Thanks, Gayle. I’m loving your story and I was serious about
pleading to beoffering my services as a beta.May I also thank you for that marvelous image of Mr. Lamont? 😉
This walks the line so nicely of the world we know twisted in knots. Well done!
Thanks, Lyra—i should probably figure out the post office thing, huh?
I love the futuristic detail and the subtle humor.
I’m rarely accused of being subtle! Thank you! 😀