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?
Of Glass & Paper 
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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