The Portal in the Table - Creative Writing Short Story

The Portal in a table

One remarkable day, something quite different happened to me. I was eating my usual bowl of weet-bix when I received a phone call. Seeing as it was early, I thought to myself, ‘why would I be getting a phone call at this time?’ The man on the other end said he was a detective, “Is this the home of Mrs Rettop?’’ he said. I answered with a tentative response, “Yes, what would you like?” The detective said, “You’re in a spot of bother Madam. This is not something we will discuss over the phone; I will meet you at the station in forty-five minutes.” With a sense of nervousness I did not respond, putting the receiver down. 

I thought I could have done something but I didn’t quite know, so I walked up stairs to pack a bag just in case. I saw on a dressing table in my room, a strange light that seemed to issue from one point. I was a little bit scared yet curious as to what it was and why it was there. I examined it a bit closer and I felt dizzy for a moment. The light seemed to draw me into it, causing me to twist and spin inside the table. The light pulled me back out into the same place in the room as I was before. Time seemed to twist around me and I could see back through time for a moment. It was surprising to me that I saw myself asleep in my bed, so I decided to go down stairs to check if everything was okay. I had a theory that maybe I could go to the station to see what I had done. 

As I was leaving, I saw my hallway clock and it showed that it was six in the morning. I checked to see if I was visible and audible so I went into the street to determine if I was. Apparently not, as no one seemed to notice or care. The station was only a couple of blocks away so it took no time at all to find the detective. He was hard at work looking through various cases. A new recruit entered the detective’s office and said, “I wonder if you might like to check out this case as it’s quite unique.” As the detective opened the file, I read over his shoulder. The report stated a woman by the name of Jane Rettop robbed a convenience store at six o’clock yesterday morning. I remembered that was several years ago and wondered why it was only brought up now. A light suddenly appeared and instantly I was sucked back through, returning to my body so there was only one of me again. The telephone rang again, and it was the detective saying, “I’m sorry Madam, we were mistaken.” I responded with, “that’s amazing,” and before he had the chance to say anything else I hung up the phone. I went down stairs to eat the rest of my breakfast and I looked at the clock realising I needed to rush off for work. I accidently dropped my bowl on the floor in the process of moving towards the door. I have never been on time.

By,

Robert Walmsley-Evans

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