The water tumbled and flashed, as if laughing at him.
Glancing from the corner of his eye, he spied fiddles and fairies behind the splash. Was his missing heritage just beyond this veil?
Reaching a hand into the flow, he felt it wrap around his fingers, gently pull. His heartbeat shifted, matching the scratch of gypsy fiddle, the steady pound bodhran beat.
Yet the music was not quite right.
“Not this place, nor this time,” he drew back and away.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2016)
Carrot Ranch Prompt (December 22): In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that steps beyond. It can be a door, a tunnel, a worm hole in space. You can create an explicit for what “beyond” is or you can simply use the word. Follow the prompt where it takes you, beyond what you think you know is there