Note: This story features the character from this story.
Kyle shut his eyes and took a deep breath, willing his mind to rest. It had been a long day and week. His visions seemed to be more frequent now and sometimes, it would come without the need to touch an object. The last time a vision was triggered, Kyle was crossing a street and he came out of the vision just as he was about to be struck by a car.
Kyle took another deep breath, willing himself to sink into a deep relaxation state and into a dreamless sleep even though there’s no such thing as a dreamless sleep for a seer like him.
Moments later, he opened his eyes and found himself in the woods, surrounded by scraggly trees. “Where am I?” He asked himself, “How did I get here?”
Suddenly, an odd shaped rock appeared before him. He circled the stone as a voice appeared in his head. “Welcome Kyle.” Kyle immediately jumped backward.
“Who are you?”
“We are the Seers’ Council and we are here to guide you on your journey.”
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.