The moment Danny could walk, he wanted to go places. The moment he could string words into coherent sentences, he shared dreams with his adopted family, always about rescuing a woman in the high tower of a remote island. His adopted parents thought he’d just too much creativity.
On his 25th birthday, he took a trip to the Caribbean. He stood on the boardwalk along with other tourists, peering out into the sea, at a magnificent tower not far from where he stood. It’s just like my dreams, he thought.
He rented a boat and braced the turbulent water to the island where he climbed a thousand steps before arriving at a great wooden door. With all his strength, he kicked it open. Inside was a young woman, her blond hair was a tangled mess, the color of her once-cyan-color dress faded, and around her wrists were thick metal cuffs. She lifted her head. Danny gasped. She was unmistakable. It was as if she hadn’t aged a day since she’d given birth twenty-five years ago. “Mom.”
I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above.
Why hasn’t she aged in twenty-five years?
There is a preservation spell cast upon the tower, preserving her age and look from the day she was imprisoned.
Why is she in such a strange prison?
She, also meaning Danny, is not from our world. Yes, they are from an alternate universe and she was framed for something she did not do. Horrible justice system back in the other world.
How did she come to our world?
I don’t know. A portal, perhaps?
Will Danny free her?
I sure hope so, before the guards come would be nice.