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.