|PHOTO PROMPT Copyright – Marie Gail Stratford|
Is that a pattern? Or some decorative lights? He strained his eyes to get a better look, but the blur was more pronounced now.
“Where am I?”
The streaming light behind the pattern caught his attention. The gushed in light flooded his eyes that he wanted to go back to the calmness of dark he was used to by now.
Then he saw the mysterious figure formed by the light and as he walked towards it the blur disappeared to reveal his long gone pet friend.
“It doesn’t matter where we are going, does it now Fluffy?”
Linking this 97 words fiction based on the above photo prompt to Friday Fictioners hosted by Rochelle.