I must have lost consciousness for a long time. I don’t remember who I am, I don’t know where I am. Was I travelling? Where did I start my journey?
I look up, alerted by the sound of waves. It is dusk. Is this desolate shore my final destination? On whose orders did I come here? Or have I just materialised here, from nowhere, other than a maddening nightmare?
I look up and see the obelisk, the sentinel… In my mind a message is forming: “You were expected long ago.” Expected? By whom? When? Was I on a mission? Have I failed?
On the horizon, the golden globe is sinking. Is this my world? Am I alone? I hear a low humming floating in the air. The temperature is quickly falling. The sound seems to be coming from the monolith…
Is this an alien world?
Reblogged this on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo and commented:
First in this week…
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This was a fascinating response to the image, enjoyed where you took me.
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Great take on the prompt. I enjoyed the otherworldly feel to it 🙂
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Landmark of faded memory…I like this mystery.
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