I wasn’t supposed to be able to get so close to the mansion. Normally, there were tourist there. Noisy people with cameras who shouted, “Don’t move, you giraffe!” or “Damn! He moved!” But the people were missing. It wasn’t normal.
People came and went, these big black Land Rovers hauled them in and out all the time. A new batch every few days. But the Land Rovers were still parked, and the batch that arrived two days earlier hadn’t left. The lights had been on all night, and no one showed up this morning.
The others told me to keep my distance, but I was curious. I cautiously approached the mansion. No one was there. I stuck my head in through an open patio door. No one was inside. I heard nothing. I saw no one.
The humans were gone. They’d vanished without a trace.
I decided to write something for Angela Goff’s Visual Dare, Week 143. Please read the other entries in this week’s Visual Dare challenge. Be amazed at the magic people can put into 150 words or less.
My Soul's Tears 