The Portal

Short fiction about a lost child

He opened the door to find her standing there, crying. They hadn't spoken about the incident in weeks, no one could figure out what the right thing to say was. Their child was gone, disappeared into a void where they knew they could not follow. They had been married for so long that they understood there was grief in the silence, and still, no one knew what to say. It hurt, every time they thought of Eddy and the wild experiments he kept building in the basement. 

Honestly, Ron had gone down there every night since Eddy's disappearance and tried to recreate the system that took his son away. He quickly realized that he had no idea how to fix any of these machines, or what possible coding could have been used to open up the portal.