Gale force winds encased Vivian pulling her along the current at a dizzying speed.
Without warning, she crashed to the earth with a resounding thud.
Wasn’t I in a room just before?
She lifted herself with the aid of a stone, eyes catching on the corners of a book that must have transported her here.
Vivian lifted her head and saw fauns, centaurs, talking bears and godly lions approach her, chanting words in a foreign tongue.
Her dreams had come true!
It wasn’t until they locked her inside a castle that she realised the words they chanted had meant, “Witch.”
I’ve been a bit slack lately, so apologies if I’ve flooded you with stories tonight. My brain has been supremely stuck in work-mode for the last couple of weeks, and I’m struggling to get my creative side going. This post is towards the wonderful weekly photo prompt challenge, Friday Fictioneers, which asks of you to write a story in a hundred words or less. For some reason, this week’s image made me think of the Stone Table. It comes in at exactly 100 words. 🙂