Tuesday Tales – Ataraxia
This was written for Tuesday Tales, hosted by Stevie McCoy
The word ‘ataraxia’ means:
There was a sign on the door, a hand-painted sign that read, “Ataraxia”.
An ordinary door at the end of an ordinary hallway in an ordinary building.
I looked at the man who brought me to this door.
“I go through I can never come back, right?”
“Why would you want to? You know what life is… out here.”
“And in there?”
He sighed. “You came to me. Asked for this. Begged for it.”
I opened the door.
Sunlight warmed my face. Women danced in the distance.
My cares fell away.
I was home.