Hello one and all. Here is our photoprompt from Bikurgurl this week.
Photo by Linus Sandvide
Fifty torches blazed behind him, the mob’s angry shouts echoing through the ruins.
He didn’t know how he got here, but he didn’t belong. He ran and he was afraid.
Whispers entered his head.
‘This way, come.’
Into the labyrinth of tunnels and alleys , across grassy verges, he did as he was bid.
‘Hurry, hurry. Don’t delay.’
He lost all sense of direction.
Passing under the arch, the deafening silence hit him full force.
He picked the burning brushwood from its bracket on the wall and held it aloft.
He was somewhere else, alone, but safe.