They journeyed through the day.
“Are we almost there, father?”
“We will be soon, son.”
As dusk dimmed the sky, a golden ember glowed in the distance. They headed for the beacon of safety from the dark. Fire the only weapon against the shadows of the night. Many days of journey and nights by the fire passed.
“It’s time to take your own path, son,” said the fading voice of the father.
“Make it to the fire each night. The Keeper will guide you, to the end of your way.”
“Friday Fictioneers,” a weekly challenge to write a story using only 100 words and hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff Fields. If you would like to read other stories or join in by adding your own take on the photo supplied by Anshu Bhojnagarwala, visit HERE.