My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.
It was a hot summer’s day, I think sometime in June. And I walking along and alone to where no one had been to before.
As I was in progress on my expedition, there in front of me it stood. What a great wonder it was – I was paralyzed in my tracks.
Was it real or an image from my imagination? The size of it alone was astonishing.
I stood there in amazement and then the pulling began. What was taking place?
Was this to be the end of me? And why me?
The pulling was harsh and I had no control and therefore the wonder it was; was now a threat.
The nearer it pulled me in the less tired I felt and some type of comfort took over.
What was this that was taking place?
The sphere kept the pulling, soon followed by the relief.