![]() |
Enter your story of 300 words or less. |
|
Jill and the other school chaperones had been so worried they arranged for a search party when Mason’s group staggered, scratched, dirty, and dazed, back to camp. After pulling her aside, her son whispered, “We got lost, and we want to show you how. The group nominated me to explain.” “What?” “Not far from the Chicxulub Crater.” “How’d you get lost there? We’ve been there. Did you overheat? And those scratches look dreadful—on all of you. Maybe you need to go to the hospital. What were you all doing?” “Yeah I do need medical attention, but I want to do this first. It’s not far. We’ll be back before the paramedics arrive anyway. Let’s clean up and go. Otherwise we won’t see the doctor.” To mollify him, she agreed. Those wounds were frightful: deep, red, jagged at the edges, as if a large animal had raked its claws across his left leg, and Alma looked even worse. He also looked excited. She wouldn’t jeopardize his medical cooperation. She didn’t want to upset him further, and the same went for those other kids. They’d reached the site when he told her. “We got stuck in a time portal and had trouble getting back.” “You’re hallucinating with material from those science-fiction novels you read. Time portals make good stories, but everyone knows they don’t exist.” “Well, here it is.” Mason stepped into a place, that, but for the markers, looked no different than the area around it. He disappeared. Popping back into sight, he half-shouted, “See? A tremendous discovery. We got attacked by dinosaurs, just barely escaped. As we left the portal we saw the asteroid hit.” Back into the portal he popped, then back out. Screaming, Jill grabbed his hand. A scaly claw and arm reached through the invisible door. [300 words] |