Six Sentence Sunday: A Trip to the Beach
Last week I started revising a paranormal story called 'Djinn and Tonic' and introduced you to the heroine, Sally, a photographer, and the hero, Wulf, a djinn, or genie. This week, Sally makes a casual wish to get away from it all, and gets a bit more than she bargained for.
Wulf took a step towards the door, and then another, and she found
herself hurrying forward, feeling pulled faster than the movement of her feet
suggested. At the threshold, she
stumbled, and she let go of his hand to catch herself against the door
frame.
It wasn't there.
“What the...?” This was too weird for any normal swearword to do it
justice. Instead of bruising herself
against the door frame, she'd tumbled forward, through where the wall should
have been, and landed sprawling in warm sand.
She looked around for the studio that should have been behind her, and
thought she caught a glimpse of black spinning off into the distance, but now
there was nothing to see but the rolling waves.
Hope nothing happens like this when we go to Scarborough
ReplyDeleteI dunno. I'd quite like to be able to magically travel to Scarborough. Even if it did make me dizzy.
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