By some miracle, they survived the fire and the subsequent vandalism. Leah’s adversaries thought she must now be truly lost, but the stained glass works remained, still hanging by the unbroken windows. The second one from the right was what she was looking for.
Stepping lithely through the debris, she made her way to the map. “The people of this world tried to trap me here, but now I know the way home.”
The map showed her the hidden portal to her own dimension. It was only a few blocks away, but she knew she was being followed.
Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s Friday Fictioneers writing challenge. The idea is to use the photo above as a prompt to write a piece of flash fiction no more than 100 words long. My word count is 98.
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