For visually challenged writers, the image shows a puddle with leaves and trees reflected in the surface.
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I was on my regular morning walk when Kayla called. I stopped by the kerb as I fished out the ringing phone from my sweatpant pocket.
“Hey, wassup?” I asked.
“Have you seen my text?” she asked, completely ignoring my cheerful greeting.
“Well, go look at it now! I’ll stay on the line.”
“OK,” I replied, very taken aback. What on earth had gotten into her today? Nevertheless, I tapped on the notification at the top of my screen and saw the single picture Kayla had sent me just two minutes ago (Huh, how very patient, my inner voice scoffed). It was of an ordinary puddle of water that reflected the ordinary leafy branches of the ordinary tree above it.
“Yeah, I saw the pic. What’s so special about it?” I said.
“You see the reflection of the tree in the water?” she fired yet another question.
I was getting a teensy bit annoyed now. “Yes, but—”
“But there’s not a single tree in this place!”
“You know, I think you need some sleep, Kayla. You’ve definitely been overworking.”
“No, that’s not the point! There is zero sign of greenery here except for one leaf right next to the puddle. Don’t you think that’s strange?”
She definitely needs to sleep.
My silence seemed to translate to disbelief (which is true), so Kayla huffed and simply said, “Sending you the location. You need to come. Now.”
Having no other choice, considering it was a long weekend and I had nothing to do, I marched off to the place she’d mentioned. I surveyed the surroundings when I got there after a ten-minute walk; it sure was a concrete jungle, no trees or anything. In that case, maybe this puddle was weird—I had to see for myself.
“Look, here it is,” Kayla beckoned me over as I neared. I bent slightly to get a good look at the reflection. Same as the photo. My friend wore a smug I-told-you-so expression. “What’s more, I tried prodding it with my shoe. And it went right in! I reckon it’s some kind of portal.” She demonstrated.
“OK, that’s cool. And a little scary,” I admitted. “So I think we should head back.”
“Hold on, missy.” She held out her index finger. “Aren’t you gonna try and find out where this actually leads?”
I raised an eyebrow at her; she’d always been the more adventurous one ever since we were kids. I’d usually protest in the beginning of such explorations but later end up tagging along. Was this any different?
“Alright, just this once.” Ah, apparently not.
“Off we go!” we exclaimed together and jumped right in, à la Mary Poppins, then to be transported to a whole different world.
Curious? I’m not giving away any secrets! You’ll have to get through that portal to find out!