The train left the tunnel, running above ground. It stopped at a train station. Alice extended her hand, and smiled, “Please?” I could not resist the light in her eyes, so I took her hand. She led me from the train.
“Welcome to Phoenix,” she gently squeezed my hand.
She laughed when she saw my questioning look. “Phoenix?”
“It’s a story you’ll learn, in time.”
We exited the station into a large courtyard. A tall stone monument stood alone, near the train station. Drops of water fell from the sky. I let go of Alice’s hand, and sat on the base of the monument.
Alice sat down beside me. “You’ve never seen rain, have you?”
“Rain?” I looked up, letting the small drops of water strike my face. “I think I like rain.”
I took her hand, and we sat in the rain.
This piece is the sixth in a continuing story I’m working through for Angela Goff’s Visual Dare. Please read the other entries in this week’s Visual Dare challenge. I like all of them.
Intriguing. Just where is he from?
Makes me want to dance in the rain
Ahhh…so our wandering hero emerges out of darkness into a whole new reality. I feel a subtle tension building…good and bad…