“Ain’t much to look at,” the caretaker had said. “But the stories are true. It works.”
I admit, I was skeptical at first. But I stood out there dawn after dawn and waited for the mist. When it finally came, there you were – looking back at me.
I gripped the wood so hard my hands hurt for days – but I kept the caretaker’s next words in mind.
“Never, never cross the fence till the mist burns off.”
But the mist’s rising again, my love – and this time I’ll be waiting on the other side.
Anyone seen a red lunch box with cameras sticking out? Perhaps it landed in your tree?? We lost a high altitude balloon on Wednesday, and we think it ended up somewhere in North Carolina, read about it here. Anyway…Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.
I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer. The weekly photo that inspired this story is below: