The well stood waiting, pristine, ready. A passage into the beyond; a portal primed and dedicated to its cause. The mystery of its magic drew him to its glistening side and enraptured his stare as musings tumbled in a myriad directions.
Where would this lost vestige of time transport him and what race of people would he encounter after crossing?
A doorway into the past; an entrance into realms unknown; the portal sparkled in the morning light’s splendor, awaiting his decision. Step into the precariously unfamiliar or remain amid the languid familiarity of his present reality.
Smiling, he stepped within.
This 100-word Flash Fiction story was written in response to Sue Vincent’s #Writephoto weekly photoprompt.