Darla gazed out at the scene displayed through her window. A lively river danced around a corner, past a pocket of trees and through the entrance to the tunnel under the bridge.
Such a lovely place, she mused. But it has no dragons.
Indeed, no dragons nor elves, dwarves, goblins or fairies. But she knew of a land that did and her heart longed to return.
Turning her eyes to the laptop on her desk, she began to type. As the words flowed, her old world melted into the new.
Chapter Four: Harland’s sword felt heavy in his hand…
Word Count: 99
[This is my entry into this weeks Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Use the photo prompt to create a short story in 100 words or less.
I think all who write fiction can relate. The worlds we create, the characters with whom we spend so much time can become so magically real. Imagination brought to life through written word is a powerful and wonderful thing.]