Photo prompt-copyright-Bjorn Rudberg
Everyone, except her, was asleep; only she had slogged for fifteen hours.
She left the room. The Moon was shining; and to her surprise it was unusually large. There were stairs reaching the Moon. She thought she saw someone bidding her to come up.
“I must be dreaming.”
She climbed the stairs. Half way up she looked back; all she could see was darkness. Frightened, she ran up the stairs.
“Who was there? It was mother? No, it can’t be her.”
She was tired and wanted to sleep. But the climb would not end.
“I wish I had never come”.
A post on a photo prompt for Friday Fictioneers hosted byRochelle Wisoff.
Word count 100