Lydia, are you sure you know where you are going?
Alice lives on Togas Pond, a five-minute drive from downtown Augusta yet Lydia, my GPS, has directed me into the middle of Nowhere Maine.
Never trust technology with a British accent.
Lydia tells me to turn left onto a dark, gravel road. Near the end, a streetlamp shines on a lone house.
I’ve seen plenty of horror movies and refuse to get out until I know it is the right place.
Alice waves from the front door. I can’t help wondering if there are seed pods hidden in the shed.
Friday Fictioneer’s is a weekly challenge to write a complete story in 100 words or less based on a photo prompt. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting this challenge and Roger Bultot for this week’s prompt.
