A dose of fetish. Good friends. An incomparable muse.
To paraphrase the movie trailer, II’mm bbaacckk. I want to thank Pat, Wild Child47, for graciously and expertly handling Tale Weavers when I really needed a break. I will always appreciate her help. And thank you to Michael, ever the gentleman, for welcoming me back on the tale weaver team. So, here’s the first installment in my Series II. Enjoy.
It can happen to anyone:
Renovating the bathroom, the contractors open up a portal to Hell.*
You’re looking for a late night snack, and a station stop on the space-time continuum appears in your fridge.
A wormhole of sizeable portions to a parallel universe becomes part of your back deck décor during a family bbq.
In other words, some sort of an extraordinary portal opens into your ordinary day.
Weave a tale of venturing into one of these portals, as yourself, or a character. What is the experience like? Where do you end up?
Or, does someone, something emerge from the portal thus entering your world? What effect does that have on your day and the world?
So weave us a tale, then tag it with Mindlovemisery and Tale Weaver. Create a ping-back by linking your post to this post. Come on back, click our customized linky button, and add your name to the list.
I look forward to your “there and back agains.”
*See Promptly Written, Portal to Hell – Horror Flash Fiction by Lori Carlson