A continuation of my series about three young people who found 6 doors. And wonder where they lead. It may be helpful to check out some of my former posts, particularly 7/6 FFfAW.
Irene and Frankie spun.
“Haily! You can’t see the door because it is over there! God, I thought I would die!” Irene exclaimed, then collapsed on the ground.
Frankie started laughing again, while Haily looked even more frustrated. Then, recovering her natural ebullience, she pulled her cell phone out of her rucksack.
“Think it will work?” she winked as she turned it on and thumbed through her apps.
“What are you going to do with it?”
“Somewhere….ah, there it is! Gps,” she announced proudly. “We are….huh.”
“Well,” Irene demanded, “where are we?”
“Not sure, it doesn’t seem to be working properly. Maybe the leap through space confused it.”
Frankie rolled his eyes. He got up and headed for the dune.
“Hey, where you going?” Haily demanded.
“Out there,” he pointed, “I’m pretty sure the owner of that house know where they live.”
Haily and Irene stared at the trail of stepping-stones leading to the house out on the sand spit. Haily immediately followed her brother. Irene looked back at the safety of the door, so far away, then followed the other two.
“So, what,” Haily said, “you are just going to say we have no idea what continent we are on and can they please tell us?”
“No, how about we just say we got lost? If they tell us where we are, we should be able to figure it out.”
Irene had been slowing down as they got closer to the first rock. Now she stopped.
“Wait, what if we can’t understand them? What if they don’t speak english? What if, what if they aren’t nice?” she finished on a whisper.
Frankie looked at her seriously while Haily hopped from foot to foot.
“That’s a good point,” he finally admitted. “Maybe I should go out there and you guys wait here.”
“Then what?” Haily asked. “We aren’t going home without you! What would I tell Mom? At least if we go we don’t have to worry the entire time. If they don’t understand, we will pretend to be tourists. And if they aren’t nice then we will, we will punch them! Frankie knows how. Lord knows he does it to me enough,” she finished, sticking her tongue out at her brother.
“Ok,” Frankie nodded decisively. We probably shouldn’t be separated. I don’t want to explain that to Mom or Dad either!”
Still not reassured, Irene followed the other two, again, out onto the rocks.