The Portal: Part Two
A micro tale
Lucas had always been claustrophobic – for as long as the twelve-year-old could remember, at least – but never had he felt like he was going to die. How things changed that cold October night.
He didn’t know how much time had passed from the moment he was taken. Seconds? Minutes? Onward he was whisked through this vacuum-like vortex – this thing. A blinding white light, intermixed with bursts of pink, illuminated his vision in this limitless space. His body thrashed about as he got pulled in different directions, limbs twisted every which way. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t scream – couldn’t move. He barely had enough brainpower to muster up a thought: This will all be over soon.
He knew he was going to die.
Before Lucas lost consciousness, the portal spat him out onto sand. He got sick once, twice, and then rolled onto his side, remembering what it was like to breathe freely. What a gift. When he opened his eyes, he gasped – he saw nothing but waves. It was the ocean.
Lucas sat up, inhaled the scent of saltwater and seaweed, and glanced around.
He was completely alone on this shoreline. More alone than he’d ever been.
Something caught his eye inland. He stood, knees wobbling, and walked towards it. Chills covered his body despite the humidity.
It didn’t take Lucas long to figure out what he was looking at: a colossal obelisk. He had no idea how tall it stood, but it towered over the tallest trees. The obelisk seemed to be made purely out of a white or pinkish stone. Quartz? Crystal? He couldn’t be sure.
A flash of light, followed by a thunderous BOOM cracked from above, and Lucas ducked on instinct. A white lightning bolt appeared from the sky directly above the structure. The bolt attached itself to the top of the obelisk, causing it to glow whiter, brighter.
“What the…” Lucas murmured as a spacecraft descended into the atmosphere.
Apologies for the re-send on this one. After some more thinking, I wanted to make it easier to link “The Portal” together. Thanks for understanding! You’ll get some new microfiction next Friday.
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