Welcome, fans and friends. Don’t forget to read my last long-piece: “A View From Your Window”. It’s a beautiful piece. Anyhow, here’s this week’s fictioneers piece:
Portal al Puerto
Sandy was up for the morning, and couldn’t go back to sleep. She knew that she had to be at the U for class by 9, and 7:30 was much too early.
She walked into the bathroom and did her hair. As she brushed the silky blonde locks, she noticed a small little “rip” on the edge of the mirror. She touched it, and pulled back on it.
She noticed, on the other “side” of this mirror, was a doorway. A sideways doorway. She pushed the doorway open, and was immediately sucked in, her skin stretching as she was devoursed by the portal.
The door immediately closed, and the mirror resealed itself. That was the last time anyone saw Sandy…for nearly 5 years.
I’m curious where she went and what she’s doing there. I guess that’s a tale for another time.
Where did she go?
Interesting use of a door as a mirror!
Creepy. You have me wondering where she went and why and how she came back. One small thing, I think you want “devoured” instead of “devoursed.” 🙂
Nice and spooky! One small suggestion–stay in Sandy’s pov at the end. Instead of “no one saw Sandy” say something like “Sandy didn’t see that bathroom again for five years.” A super beginning!
Pesky portals. There are no mirrors in my house. I think they’re shifting to computer monitors. Be careful.
Whoops! What happens in five years? Inquiring minds want to know.
Miles, I’m also curious about where she went and why she came back. This would be a great beginning for a longer story. Well written. 🙂 —Susan
So, she missed class again!!!!!!!!
As a teacher IRL, this made me groan and then guffaw loudly. Nice work!
the excuses for not attending are incredible, eh?