Leaving my school one day, a mysterious woman stood before me with a large book in her hand, blank pages inside.
“Come,” she said.
I felt a dizzying pull. Captured, I grew and lived. On my journey, I heard the woman’s voice. I sensed the woman’s eyes following me. The way appeared as I moved along. I followed it until the end. I closed my eyes one final time, then opened them up again.
Once more a child, I stood before the woman. Wearing a crooked smile, she closed the book. The pages were full, my story told.
Thank you for stopping by and reading my story! It 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 inspiring photo this week was provided by Ted Strutz.
If you would like to join in and write your own story, or if you would like read the stories of others from this week, visit here.
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