This is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales photo prompt.
photo by Charles Etoroma via Unsplash
She thought she could escape the pull of the portal by hugging the edge of the room and ran for the opening back to the city with its glistening slabs of anonymous concrete—the known, the dark, the sinister—calling to her to jump, to come back.
She hesitated, listening to the humming of the portal that sounded like music, sweet and low, sending her images from another world, bright and vibrant like childhood memories she didn’t have.
She gave a sob that was part grief and part joy, embraced the dream that drew her to the portal and let herself fly away.