Tale Weaver # 137– 14/9/17 – Opening – The Dimensions

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When the Opening happened, you had to move quickly before the Opening became a closed and there was nowhere for you to go.

That’s how it operated within the Dimensions.

You did, or you didn’t, and when you missed it, there was a long wait for the next one to come your way. Even then it could be a guess as to when that moment might arrive.

Openings took you places. It was a lottery as to where, which was one of the reasons the holiday period was so popular as folk had the opportunity to go places, experience and enjoy and come back on the next Opening.

On one particular occasion the Opening arrived, six families went through and each to a different location. One family, the Bryson’s went to the Cascades a beautiful spot at the foot of the Cascade Mountains where waterfalls sporting a myriad of colours cascaded as you’d expect down a vertical drop before splashing over the diamond stones and thereby providing the visitor with the delightful sight of water on diamond and water on diamond could be viewed as colours you never thought imaginable.

The problem was the Opening didn’t return, and the Bryson’s were doomed to the Cascades. Which you may not think was such a bad thing, but in the Dimensions, not everything was as beautiful as you’d hoped for.

In most places found through an Opening, there was always a down side. The Cascades were no different, and as night settled on the waterfall, it gave entry to the Knafre a strange but ferocious beast only too willing to supplement its diet with some tasty human flesh.

This was the fate of visitors within the Dimensions and the risk you ran if the Opening didn’t return in time or at all.

When the Bryson’s didn’t return, there was no such thing as a search party. People had no control over the Opening and so even if you tried to mount a rescue the chances of you finding the Cascades were very slim. There was an allotted time in which it was thought safe to return, and if you didn’t show up in that time, you were written off as lost.

Everyone knew the risks.

But people loved the stories of the returned, and so there was never a shortage of people lining up in the holiday period to see what magical place they might find.

This summer was no different. The adventurers signed up acknowledging the risks and awaited their Opening.

 

Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/09/14/tale-weaver-137-14917-opening/

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13 Responses to Tale Weaver # 137– 14/9/17 – Opening – The Dimensions

  1. Fandango says:

    This sounds like a great synopsis of a fantastic science fiction book. I can hardly wait to see the movie adaptation.

  2. Reena Saxena says:

    “People loved the stories of the returned”, but yet remain weary of moving beyond the Dimensions. It is a fear of the fate of those who did not return. What a beautiful metaphor for mindsets! IMHO, one of your best pieces, Michael!

  3. An interesting concept Michael. I love the “lottery as to where”, and the erratic time for return. Gives a new perspective to excuses for being late for work after a holiday!

  4. scribblersdip says:

    ” … you had to move quickly before the Opening became a closed and there was nowhere for you to go.”

    roflmao – okay – you hooked me with is very casually stated, off-the-cuff, but slightly panicky tone!

    what a great idea – this is like time travel for the unexpected and unaware – portals/openings opening up and leading to god knows where. Reminds me of shows and films like StarGate etc. but this is a whack better, the adventure of not knowing just where you’ll land, or if you make it back. LOL – great idea for an interesting prompt Michael 🙂

    • Michael says:

      Thanks so much Pat…..my muse took over and away it all went….good fun as always…..there was a time here where you could could register for a mystery flight and you’d turn up at the airport and find out you were off to some destination that might be an hour away or more…

      • scribblersdip says:

        really? seriously? you’re joking ….

      • Michael says:

        One learns to not argue with one’s muse Pat….

      • scribblersdip says:

        well that’s no fun! what’s the point of not arguing with the muse – hell, lead me into temptation every day 😉

      • Michael says:

        Well you see with me its a matter of accepting that my muse is a whole lot smarter than me and so if I follow it it tends to take me to all sorts of exciting places like it did yesterday with this post.

      • scribblersdip says:

        LOL – well that be all very true, and I have to say, my muse is most certainly smarter than me, but I persist in moments, simply because it adds a certain dynamic to our relationship, which is tempered with hot chillies, coarsely ground black pepper, buckets of brine and saddlebags of salt, and capped with a blast of frigid arctic snow icing, in royal glaze!

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