She hurriedly grabbed her bag and went out to look for him. She hardly knew him but he has some answers for her, that she’s at least sure of. Besides, he’s the only one who’s traveled the way she did this past year. I have to find him before it’s too late.
She found him just as a curtain of dark clouds covered the skies.
“We have to go,” she said, urgently. “Did you find the way?”
“It should be here any minute now,” he assured her.
He grabbed her hand just as a whooshing sound carried them both to a different time, a different place, not of their choosing, but where the answers are.
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a bank of dark clouds rolling in across a sunny moor, casting its shadow on the hills of the horizon.
This story was written for Sue’s #writephoto challenge.