Not Rumi Nuff for You

 

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Pamela sat at her desk wishing it were lunch time. She made a few more phone calls and went to the bathroom where she was quite happy to find herself alone. She took her lipstick out of her purse and began to apply it. All of a sudden she hear a voice.

“Knock, knock,” The voice said.

She looked around and saw no one.

“Knock, knock.”

She looked all around the bathroom, checking for feet underneath the stalls, but there was no one there.

She turned towards the door when suddenly she saw a large, pink florescent door that appeared to be floating. She gasped and walked backward. After a moment the words “Freedom” appeared on the door. Pamela felt as though she were frozen in place.

With this her coworker Isabel came bursting into the bathroom.

“Ahhhh” Pamela screamed.

“What’s going on,” Isabel said trying to process the scene in front of her.

“I was just putting on lipstick and this thing appeared.”

They both silently advanced towards the door and began to examine it closely.

“OMG Pammy, I know what this is!”

“What is it?”

“ It’s that question or riddle or something, I saw it on Oprah….There was this ancient old guy who said that there was a portal that was right in front of us to freedom and that if you went thought the portal you would be free.”

“Free how,” Pamela asked.

“I don’t know like free.”

“Like sexually free; everything is free financially what does that mean,” Pamela insisted.

“It’s gotta be better than telemarketing.” Isabell said.

Pamela attempted to push open the door, but it wouldn’t budge. She attempted to pull it but it appeared to be locked and there was no keyhole.

“Damnit, it’s locked from the inside.”

“Can we jimmie it open,” Isabel asked.

“Did you just say jimmie it; is it 1945? Besides what would we use?”

They both looked around. Pamela searched though the garbage and found a discarded plastic knife. They tried that and it broke instantly. Isabell snuck out to her desk and recovered her credit card. The two girls finally opened the door. They looked though to see a long water slide.

“I’m a scared,” Pamela said.

“I’m going in: Isabel said striping to her underwear and sliding down the slide.

Pamela heard a kerplunk followed by nothing; not even splashing.

She attempted to peak down the slide, but all she saw was splashing water. Suddenly the door flew up in the air and Pamela was knocked to the ground.

“Knock, knock” the door screamed. Knock, knock.” It flew right past Pamela’s head at an astounding rate. She attempted to leap up and grab on to it, built it was too fast for her.

She climbed onto the sink thinking she might jump on it, but she chickened out every time.

After a moment her boss walked in.

“Pamela, what are you doing you’ve been off the phone for 20 minutes?”

“I’m sorry, but I’ve discovered the portal to what may very well be freedom.”

Her boss looked up, saw the door and shock her head dismissively.

“If you’re not back in five minutes I will write you up,” she said exiting the bathroom.

Pamela looked at the door to the truth flying over the stalls, she didn’t really want to get written up, but she couldn’t help but me curious.

The door stopped its mad whirl and landed directly in front of her.

“knock knock” it said.

“Whose there,” she asked?

“Not Rumi,” it said.

“Not Rumi who?”

It opened and she put her legs in and then her torso. She was just about to let go when the rush of water stopped circulating around her and the door got smaller and smaller. Until it disappeared along with her legs and torso.

She sighed and walked on her hands back to her desk. She picked up the phone and began to dial.

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