I wasn’t aware until a few minutes ago when I read Geoff Le Pard’s contribution that Sue Vincent ran a photo prompt. It’s a magical photo and inspired this piece of microfiction.
“No one climbs those stairs,” he said. “And no one goes down except on a sled. It’s the gateway to nowhere.”
“Nowhere I’d want to be, anyway,” she agreed and took his hand. “Let’s try further along. They said this was the road.”
They walked away through the winter twilight, looking for El Dorado, Avalon, Paradise maybe. Light and laughter. Glitz and glitter.
In the dark archway, the shadows thickened and the light beyond grew brighter. A red fox sniffed the cold air. With a flourish of his magnificent brush, he trotted across the ice into the golden land beyond the arch.