I saw the prompt from this week’s Friday Fictioneer and this 100 word story came into my head.
The mysterious message had guided me to the portal. Despite having spent years looking for this gateway back there was something not quite right, something I couldn’t put my finger on. All I had to do was stretch out my hand and the sacred dolphin, guardian of the gate, would pull me safely through. Finally, I’d be home. As I stretched out my hand, I heard his chilling laugh. I tried to step back but it was too late. Something icy cold had a hold of my arm and was dragging me forward. Wherever I was going, it wasn’t home.