When the portal opened, few chose to stay. Who could resist a place where you can taste the sky? Where music blows with the wind through the trees. A place with white sandy beaches and pristine water. Where the landscape is unmarred by human hands. Where you can swim with the bright colored fish and fly with the eagles. Who wouldn’t leave this place for that?
But, there he was. In the old not the new. He watched from a distance. The house in the photo stood just over the ridge. She was there. Someday he’d leave. Just not now.
This story is my contribution to “Friday Fictioneers,” a weekly challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff Fields. With the help of a photo prompt to inspire, we’re to write a 100-word story. The photo this week was provided by Ted Strutz.
If you would like to join in with this encouraging group of writers or read their stories from this week, visit HERE.