There is a door down the street, there always is for the right person. As you walk down there are dull streetlights hanging limply over some park cars, some have seen better days, one is more duct tape than paint. The door you are looking for is all that breaks up a row of terraced housing among the gloomy lamps will be on the left, or the right depending on your persuasion or direction of travel. Along with how you comprehend left and right. Some do not.
But along this road, there is a door, somewhere, and when you do find it, you might try to open it. There are houses on both sides, so if it opens, you will only find a corridor. Nothing fancy, plain walls. A few pictures of some of the founding members for the establishment. One is a politician, it doesn’t need a name tag, you will know when you see.
But at the end of the corridor, apart from a small box, is another door. This one is another front door, albeit a little more fancy, the type of one that has glass that you can see yourself in and a shiny handle which can show your fillings. No number.
You have come this far, why not go a little further?
Beyond is what you need. For some, there is a long bar, a stool to sit on and a person behind it cleaning a glass with a towel, just like you have seen done in the movies. You may tell your friends that there is an amazing secret bar hidden in the street that you have found. In the future they will see the bar, drink there and toast to your find.
There may, of course, be more of a club scene when you enter. The music is all the classics from your youth when you danced the night away with that special someone who got away. The happy memories when you were young and didn’t have a care in the world. The next day, like when you were young, you have no hangover, not tired. It was a night just like the good old days.
Rooms can change, businesses develop, it could be a quiet café when you go in. A small selection of coffee, nothing pretentious. A place where a black coffee is, a black coffee. The chairs are comfortable and feel solid. They will serve vegetarian marshmallows with oat milk for your hot chocolate if it’s your way. It might be a place where you can sit, relax and work on that novel. Either to read or to write. But a quiet place for you to escape and have some time to get it finished.
When you chose to leave, the door will be waiting for you. You will find the street much like it was. The row of terraced houses will still be there. The duct tape on the car will still be competing for space with paint. But the lights may seem a little brighter. You may walk down the street and whistle, you may pull your coat in a little tighter as your hair flutters from the weather.
The Antidote door may not always fix your problems. But it is there to give you space to try to combat them. To give you a chance to take control and have time for you. Just remember to leave your feedback in the box. That way the room can do better next time. Should you need a second dose.
A is for Antidote.
S J Lister. Author 