Flash Fiction: The Portal

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers. Other stories featuring the prompt can be found here.

Jumping through the portal seemed like a fantastic idea at the time, it sure beat flying from one end of the globe to the other for a cultural exchange. Alice shivered as she arrived at her destination, her cotton sun dress offered as much warmth as nudity. The chill attacked her core; it took her breath away. She dove for the covers on the bed. Arms wrapped around her.

“I told you to dress.”

Snow danced outside, a contrast to the sunny beach she sat on an hour ago.

“Just a quick visit, it’s not Christmas if I’m not sweating like a pig. Come back with me.”

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  1. People roasting under the sun, sweating like pigs. Do pigs sweat? Seems to me they don’t, which is why they enjoy puddles so much :). Anyway, just goes to show the difference in people. I dream of a white Christmas while someone else dreams of a sweaty one!

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    1. I have no idea where the expression “sweating like a pig” comes from 😀. You have a good point. It’s always seemed odd to me that it’s Summer here but nearly all our Christmas imagines are of snow. But we make Christmas our own.

      Thanks L

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  2. I don’t know. There’s something magical about a white Christmas. Living most of my life on the coast, it wasn’t until a few years ago that I actually experienced one. Though, looking out the window at the fading snow and the mud left behind, a nice beach sounds appealing right now. That portal would be convenient. One could play in the snow until it got too cold, then go sit on the beach.

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    1. Yeah imagine the shock to the system though; hot, cold, hot, cold. White Christmas is special, but collectively people are miserable during winter. The vibe for a summer Christmas is entirely different.

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      1. Yes, please. I love eucalyptus. Eucalyptus trees were everywhere where I lived in the Bay Area as a kid. Then, when we moved north, we had some in our backyard. They smell delicious.

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  3. it only takes a plane ride to a place like australia to enjoy christmas in the summertime. but with all the travel restrictions as a result of the pandemic, it’s perhaps best to have a magic portal to take one there. 🙂

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