I need to climb up that mountain by tonight. I have waited for a hundred days. According to the forecast, the lightning will strike at the peak tonight. This is my only chance to return to year 2015.
The people in town said I was crazy. They didn’t believe that I come from 2015. I had explained umpteen times that the lightning brought me back to year 1615, while I was star-gazing one night. I had no idea how that happened, but it surely occurred in split seconds. The brightness was overwhelming and knocked me out. I woke up only to realise that I am in a different era.
It wasn’t by choice. It wasn’t by force. I just happened to be in the wrong place, at the wrong time.
All this will pass, once I climb up that mountain. Tonight, I shall return to where I belong.
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Written for Sunday Photo Fiction.