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.
I saw the prompt from this week’s Friday Fictioneer and this 100-word story came into my head.