Lost
Lost
It was dark, nothing but the stifling pitch around him, “Hello?” he called, lost and afraid in this unfamiliar territory. How had he gotten here? And how was he going to get back? “Hello?” he tried again. For a long moment nothing happened and then, from the depths of the darkness there was a hand. A hand obviously attached to an arm whose owner was obscured by the blackness. It beckoned him. “Who are you?” he asked.
‘A friend,’ a deep strong voice said. The hand beckoned again. ‘Come.’
He reached out to take the hand but it withdrew, ‘Come,’ the voice repeated. ‘I can save you.’
“You can?” he asked eagerly attempting to take the hand once more. It moved again, urging him to follow, but not touch. He wasn’t about to argue and he began to chase the strange illusion. Whoever the hand belonged to was obviously moving away, for every time it seemed that the darkness would break to reveal the mysterious owner, the expected emergence never happened. “Where are you?” he finally asked of the spectre.
‘I am here. Come.’
He felt compelled to listen, and didn’t insist for a more direct answer, continuing his pursuit of the hand. “Who are you?” he asked again.
‘I’m the one who will save you.’
Again he didn’t press the voice further.
‘Keep coming, you’re nearly here.’
He broke into a run, hoping to catch the person off guard and attain a brief glimpse of them before they once again disappeared into the void. The hand in front of him sped up as well. He ran faster, his need to know this person growing with every step.
The guiding hand began to fade.
“NO!”
‘I’m the only one who can save you,’ the voice said. ‘I am still here.’
The blackness began to fade, revealing a shape. He ran faster, and was surprised when it didn’t disappear again. His arms reached out expectantly, hoping to embrace this mysterious saviour. It wasn’t a person; his hands met a smooth flat surface. “Where are you?” he cried, but there was no answer. “Show yourself!” he shouted and a small light began to glow above his head, growing brighter and brighter. He pulled his hands away from the surface as he felt it grow hot. He backed away and stared at the object.
It was a mirror; and from its depths his reflection stared blankly back at him.
Just a short drabble fic that I came up with one day. I was looking through old files on my computer and thought I'd post it. Not that great, kinda short. (Shrug)
‘A friend,’ a deep strong voice said. The hand beckoned again. ‘Come.’
He reached out to take the hand but it withdrew, ‘Come,’ the voice repeated. ‘I can save you.’
“You can?” he asked eagerly attempting to take the hand once more. It moved again, urging him to follow, but not touch. He wasn’t about to argue and he began to chase the strange illusion. Whoever the hand belonged to was obviously moving away, for every time it seemed that the darkness would break to reveal the mysterious owner, the expected emergence never happened. “Where are you?” he finally asked of the spectre.
‘I am here. Come.’
He felt compelled to listen, and didn’t insist for a more direct answer, continuing his pursuit of the hand. “Who are you?” he asked again.
‘I’m the one who will save you.’
Again he didn’t press the voice further.
‘Keep coming, you’re nearly here.’
He broke into a run, hoping to catch the person off guard and attain a brief glimpse of them before they once again disappeared into the void. The hand in front of him sped up as well. He ran faster, his need to know this person growing with every step.
The guiding hand began to fade.
“NO!”
‘I’m the only one who can save you,’ the voice said. ‘I am still here.’
The blackness began to fade, revealing a shape. He ran faster, and was surprised when it didn’t disappear again. His arms reached out expectantly, hoping to embrace this mysterious saviour. It wasn’t a person; his hands met a smooth flat surface. “Where are you?” he cried, but there was no answer. “Show yourself!” he shouted and a small light began to glow above his head, growing brighter and brighter. He pulled his hands away from the surface as he felt it grow hot. He backed away and stared at the object.
It was a mirror; and from its depths his reflection stared blankly back at him.
Just a short drabble fic that I came up with one day. I was looking through old files on my computer and thought I'd post it. Not that great, kinda short. (Shrug)