Willow spotted the pair long before they reached her. The man was perfect, open minded and curious. The woman was more… problematic. She exuded confidence, carrying a fixed world-view that prevented any tampering to her thoughts.
But the man was too good to ignore.
“Come,” she whispered into his mind. “This way.”
He stopped, his vacant gaze turning towards the doorway where Willow glowed enticingly. The woman continued on, unaware of her companion’s distraction.
The woman’s frantic voice drifted from below as Willow led him steadily higher, but it was distant, unable to infringe on the enthrallment entwining his thoughts. Soon they’d reach the portal. Soon she’d be able to return home.
“Come closer.” She ignored the approaching footfalls. “Quickly.”
“James!” The woman pounded into sight. Cursing, she dragged him away from the banister onto which he’d climbed. “What the hell are you doing?”
Willow’s hopes disintegrated along with her hold on the man’s mind.
“I… I don’t know,” he said.
The shaken pair retreated. The portal continued to drift in mid-air, demanding blood.
Word Count: 175
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This post is for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Challenge. This week’s prompt was provided by Joy Pixley. Thank you, Joy
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