Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Timed Writing: 2/22/2012
Time: 10 minutes
Source Photo: Discarded, by Kevin Corrado
Fortunately, Albert was sitting down when the ground beneath him collapsed with a thunderous crack. If he had been standing up at the time, he would almost certainly have fallen through the four-foot diameter cavity in the asphalt.
He had just sat down to remove a pebble from his shoe when the trans-world portal opened under his butt and he managed to throw his hands and feet out in time to arrest himself on the edges of the hole. An awkward struggle and a role left laying on the pavement beside the gaping void with his ears ringing and his nostrils full of bitumen dust. Peering over the edge, he could see nothing, but there a grinding, scraping noise retreated into the black nothing, just like what had been described by others who had witnessed the opening of portals.
Albert had heard all about these holes. Whenever a new one was discovered, it was on the news, but this was the first one he'd actually seen, and based on what he'd heard, this might be the biggest one yet. His friend Daren had seen the Vancouver hole on a trip up to BC with his parents. It had been a disappointment. It was only six inches in diameter and when Daren had looked through, all he had been able to see were stars in a dark sky. According to astronomers, however, the patch of sky visible through the Vancouver hole could not be found in any region of Earth's sky.
Albert got up and dusted himself off, only to realize that he'd lost his shoe -- the one with the pebble -- the one he'd taken off. It had been in his hand when the hole opened, so he must have dropped it in his effort to keep from falling. It certainly wasn't anywhere in the abandoned parking lot, so it must have fallen into the portal.
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