Several comments suggested I should extend my story of Alex passing through the Portal from Sue’s prompt last week.
This is her prompt this week so here goes!
The room seemed strange now that the portal had closed.
It wasn’t that there was no way out, just that things were in reverse and a new doorway had appeared in the opposite wall.
His view through the window was far different to the street of his rented house.
Following the sound of laughter, he found himself in a large banqueting hall.
‘Alexander, my boy! Glad you could make it. Do join us!’
Somewhat surprised that he was known by this rotund fellow in an ill-fitting smoking jacket and equally bad toupee, he approached the fireplace.
As the evening wore on and he was included in more and more conversations, his previous life recollections dwindled in his mind and memories were replaced with current events.
Then She entered the room.
He recognised her, but didn’t know her name, and could not grasp where he had seen her before.
‘Hello Alex,’ she said, her voice velvet and gentle, those two words a caress on his senses.
Taking his arm, they walked out onto the veranda overlooking the grounds where the mist was teasing the distant trees beyond the road.
He stood mute looking into her sapphire eyes, brighter than any of the stars in the night sky.
‘Alex? Are you OK? Why are you looking at me like that? Do you feel unwell?’
‘No, just a little overwhelmed, that’s all.’
‘You had me worried for a minute. They’re waiting for us in the library for our engagement portrait, but I wanted you all to myself for a moment, to prove that Love never dies.’
She kissed him then, a kiss full of promise and eternal love.
He felt a little lightheaded and allowed himself to be led into the library through another door.
She sat in a studded leather chair, and as requested, he stood behind her, a hand laid gently on her shoulder. She covered it with hers.
‘I have you now,’ she whispered tenderly.
Suddenly he knew where he had seen her before, his beloved Elenora.
She was alone in this room, sitting in the very same chair, her expression one of acute sadness. The date was April 12th 1874.
It was the picture he had removed from the bedroom in his rented house and put downstairs in the dining room.