The ramshackle gate creeks open, lisping to the side with a rusty groan. You jump back, heart beating rapidly, sweat running down your spine like a ice cold finger. Soft voices glide through the open gateway, promising grand adventures undertoned with dark desires. Your companion turns to you, “Will you come with me?” He asks, grabbing your hand, allowing his plea to soften his sharp handsome face, “Please?”
How can you say no to him? He saved your life, he wants YOU to go with HIM.
Piercing, pleading blue.
Without making a conscious decision, you squeeze his hand and say,
“Lead the way.”
Tiny Tale by Tiff the Traveler.
Photo Manipulation by Jasmin Junger