Six months ago, she’d been told to wait, and she trusted him. He was competent and he promised to return.
Winter and its monotonous gray skies made the days long and the nights longer. One morning she stopped waiting. Bundling up dried rations, she and Star, the wolf dog, set out. She knew he went north and would follow the shore.
Three days and no sign of life beyond gulls and plovers.
On the fourth day, Star sniffed the air and took off down the beach, shrinking to a dot and then disappearing.
An hour later, off to the left, was it fire? A bright yellow promise of a world beyond grey beckoned. As she approached, she realized it was a cave opening. Where was Star?
Harpoon gun at the ready, she splashed into the cave. The yellow sun was beaming from where the water fell, down into a giant hole. How was this possible? What was making that light?
A whimper caught her ear above the whoosh of the falling water. Looking to her left, it was Star, lying on a rock ledge. Something was lying next to her. Was that his shirt? She climbed onto the ledge and worked her way around to Star.
It was his shirt and it was wrapped around something. She picked up the shirt and unwrapped a baseball-sized nugget of gold. Looking at the illuminated cave floor under the shirt, were words scraped into the stone: “Follow me” with an arrow pointing to the disappearing water.
Fandango is the host of Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge.