Sara's Story - by Jonathan Malory - Chapter VI - Hole Part 2

The brightness beyond brilliance had a tinge of fear embroiled within, for the first time it was tainted. Contaminated with Sara’s dread and anticipation.

The ethereal waves were not their usual comforting opiate. The caring elements seemed a trifle sinister. Then there was the hole.

Its gaping mass almost surrounded her, how could she have only just spotted it, larger than her childhood nightmares? She wrestled with the elementals to break free from their guidance, a ripple of confusion swept across the ionosphere, unhappy or hurt?

Then a great oven door seemed to burst open in front of her, wrapping Sara in a fire-filled blanket, the brightness reduced to an astonishing yet earthly level.

Sand, the most barren sand she had ever imagined. Still, better out here in this vital wasteland than back in there with the black…

There at her feet was a curiosity, a little red sandy creature lay lifeless on a flat stone, a fossil. Sara picked it up and caught the glint of metal in her peripheral vision, like silver only more so, something extra.

It was a car! Out here, no roads, no trees, no animals, nothing bigger than a pebble as far as she could see. The car was scrunched up at the front like tin foil around a baked potato.

There was a man inside, dying of course.

He beckoned for Sara to come closer, still alive, to try and tell her something.

She came closer and he spoke, ‘I have a message for you from Angelica Platt,’ he twitched a miraculously lavender coloured object from a pocket on his right sleeve, dropped it onto the desert and died.