INTO THE UNKNOWN
INTO THE UNKNOWN The sun was setting when they heard the low-voiced call, ‘Come.’
‘That’s Fredo!’ his mother cried and ran across the bridge.
Some still hesitated, but the trickle of children became a stampede and the adults could only follow.
Blinded by the sun’s last rays, they didn’t see the craft hovering overhead until it was too late. An irresistible force lifted them, dropped them in a strange room, then they were pinned down by the speed of acceleration as the craft sped skywards.
Fredo clung to his mother. ‘Sorry, they gave me no choice.’
........................................................................................................................This is a sequel to last week's story, written because so many people asked what happened next. So if you didn't read last week's blog, you might like to look in my blog archive and do so now!
Thanks to Fleur Lind for the photo prompt, and to Rochelle as ever for hosting Friday Fictioneers, which hasn't changed its name in years despite starting on a Wednesday. In fact, if I don't write my story till Friday, hardly anyone reads it!
