Flash Fiction Friday #14: Window
There was something not quite right about the window. Was it the glass? Or the coloring on the frame? Maybe it’s crooked?
Yeah, that might be it.
I went down to get a square and lined it up against all four corners. Nope, everything is all square.
I tried to peel at the paint on the frame. The paint came off easily, but that’s not too weird.
What was it that’s so strange about this window? I decided to open it.
And that’s how I found out what’s not quite right about this window.
There was a haze around it, a haze that can now be explained by the fact that I’m no longer staring at the yard outside the house, but to a desert that I’ve never seen before.
This must be one of those portals Great Gran warned us about. People thought she was just going mad with age, but I guess she was telling he truth.
I don’t know what to do with this information. I should be more shocked than I am, but strangely, I’m not. Maybe because deep down, I always believed what Great Gran said.
That there was a portal to another world in the attic.
Now the question is, what to do with it?
I closed the window for now. I see the yard of the house once again.
That’s a question for tomorrow, I guess.
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