Writing in Public, Story 6, Scene 16

15 (continued)

Nikki opened her mouth to retort.

Stopped as the air chilled.

The day darkened as if a shadow passed in front of the sun.

Brian got out of the truck, pulling off his sun glasses.  People were coming out of their houses to see what was happening.

Pressure tightened its grip around Nikki.

It was hard to breathe.

The air turned tubulent. Smelled rancid.  Yellows, oranges, and black swirled up into the currents, a macabre version of Monet.

A current caught a plastic trash can and hurled it away.  Papers were snatched up by the current.

“Into the truck!” Brian yelled.

Nikki yanked at the door handle.  It was locked!


Before heading over to talk to Father, Randy stopped to drop Molly off inside his house.  Especially since she’d been so patient while he and Nikki were eating lunch.

He went into the kitchen to raid the dog biscuits.  He kept them on the windowsill overlooking the backyard.  The moment he touched the container, Molly started bouncing.  Barked once, to make sure he knew she was hungry.

She scuttled around his feet, so excited.  Could not wait for him to open the container.  Now, now, now!

“C’mon,” he told her, amuzement pressing at his lips.  “I do feed you.”

He fumbled in the container for one of the biscuits.  He’d have to buy a new container soon.

Molly yipped, too high.  He turned in time to see her flee into the living room like she’d tangled with a cat.

He was about to go after her when the light through the window changed abruptly.

Felt. It.

The portal.

Something was trying to get through.


One thought on “Writing in Public, Story 6, Scene 16

  1. Pagadan October 23, 2017 / 10:12 am

    I love portals!


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