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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.
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~Morgan~
This 100-word Flash Fiction story was written in response to Sue Vincent’s #Writephoto weekly photoprompt.
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Having read all three parts, I can see how this could be turned into a much longer tale, Morgan. Lovly to see you taking part in the challenge 🙂
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I’m glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for the prompt that inspired 😊
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