This is Part 29 of an on-going serial I’m writing called, “Lyr the Enchanter”. To read the story from the beginning, you can find the story index, here.
The door to the cottage opened and in strolled my wife, who walked up to me, grabbed my hand and dragged me back the way she had come.
‘Come along, Lyr. These attempts at stalling are becoming tiresome.’
Before I had a chance to explain that none of this was my fault, I stepped through reality and into a dream…
The room was dark. There was one small window, high up in the wall. It was night outside. The soft silver light of the moon cascaded in moonbeams, spilling across the floor. Then, one by one, the room filled with the light of a dozen candles.
‘Why do you tarry, Lyr?’ I couldn’t see who was speaking. ‘Time is moving quickly onwards and you have an appointment with me, the day after tomorrow. You haven’t forgotten, have you? Don’t be late. The punishment will be more than you can bear.’
Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #29 | Word count: 150 exactly!