Prompt: Write a short story about a man who discovers a magical portal
Response:
Allison smiled as she stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her toweling dryself. With a sly grin, she closed her bedroom door and made her way to the living room, knowing that her husband was in the kitchen.
Stepping into the room, she found him standing in front of the large window, his back to her. She watched as his shoulders stiffened and he slowly turned to look at her.
“What?” he asked, clearly not happy to see her.
“Can I ask you a question?” she asked, putting on her most innocent face.
“What now?” he asked, his voice laced with suspicion.
“Have you ever seen a portal?” she asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.
“What the hell are you talking about?” he asked, his voice now edged with anger.
“I don’t know, some kind of magical doorway or something. I was just wondering if you’d ever seen anything like that,” she said, trying to keep her voice calm.
“No, I haven’t,” he said, his voice now calm and controlled.
“Are you sure?” she asked, her voice sounding a little too eager.
“Yes, I’m sure,” he said, turning away from her and walking back toward the kitchen.
Allison couldn’t help but feel disappointed. She had been sure her husband had seen a portal, but now he seemed to think she was crazy. She sighed, running her hand through her hair and made her way back to the shower.
A few minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom, ready for her day. She paused as she saw her husband walking out of the kitchen, holding a piece of paper in his hand.
“Hey, I think I found something,” he said, walking over to her and handing her the paper.
Allison quickly scanned the paper, her eyes widening as she recognized the handwriting. It was the same handwriting that had been all over the strange document she had found in her basement.
“It’s your ex-girlfriend’s handwriting,” she said, her voice shaking.
“What do you mean?” he asked, his voice sounding confused.
“The handwriting on the document in the basement is the same handwriting as on this paper,” she said, pointing to the paper.
“So what?” he asked, his voice sounding defensive.
“So, it looks like she was planning to come back and see you,” Allison said, her voice trembling.
“I don’t believe you,” he said, his voice sounding angry.
“Believe me, I’m not lying,” she said, her voice sounding anguished.
“I don’t care, she’s never going to see me again,” he said, sounding confident.
“I don’t know, maybe we should call the police,” she said, her voice shaking.
“The police? What for?” he asked, his voice now furious.
“Just in case she’s planning on doing something violent,” she said, her voice shaking.
“Like what? She’s never even been violent before,” he said, his voice now sounding defensive.
“I don’t know, but we can’t just ignore this, maybe we should call the police,” she said, her voice trembling.
“Fine, call the police,” he said, his voice now sounding angry.
Allison quickly made her way to the phone, calling the police department. She was just about to tell them what had happened when her husband came into the room, interrupting her.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice angry and threatening.
“I’m calling the police, what do you think I’m doing?” she asked, her voice trembling.
“I think you’re trying to fix things that aren’t broken,” he said, his voice sounding angry and threatening.
“Fix what? This is a mess, and we need the police to help us clean it up,” she said, her voice trembling.
“No, I don’t want the police involved,” he said, his voice now angry and threatening.
“What do you want to do then? Just let her come back and hurt us again?” she asked, her voice trembling.
“I don’t know, but I don’t want the police involved,” he said, his voice now sounding angry and threatening.
“Fine, you make the decision, but I’m calling the police,” she said, her voice shaking.
She was about to make her way back to the phone, when her husband grabbed her by the arm, preventing her from leaving.
“I don’t want the police involved, so you’re going to have to be quiet and let me talk to them,” he said, his voice anger and threatening.
Allison was about to argue, but she held her tongue as her husband made his way to the phone, talking to the police dispatcher for a few minutes.
Once he was done, he walked back over to her, his face angry and threatening.
“What did they say?” she asked, her voice trembling.
“They’re not going to be able to do anything,” he said, his voice now cold and threatening.
“What do you mean they’re not going to be able to do anything? They have to do something,” she said, her voice trembling.
“I mean they’re not going to be able to do anything to help us,” he said, his voice now cold and threatening.
“What do you mean by that?” she asked, her voice trembling.
“I mean that they’re not going to be able to arrest your ex-girlfriend or anything,” he said, his voice now cold and threatening.
“What do you mean by arrest her? She’s never even been violent before,” she said, her voice trembling.
“I mean that she’s going to get away with what she’s done,” he said, his voice now cold and threatening.
Allison was about to say something, when her husband grabbed her by the arm, preventing her from leaving.
She was about to say something, when her husband grabbed her by the arm, preventing her from leaving.