Everything had suddenly changed; no longer was there any headland nor surrounding forest nor even a sign of Miss Tabitha anywhere. She was staring instead at a round deck encircled with wrought-iron railings.
Trembling, Kes placed one foot across the doorway, then the other. She was now standing on the concrete platform of a very large tower possibly a lighthouse.
A warm wind whirled around her filling the air with a smell of strange spices and hot metal. It whistled through the rails and ruffled her headdress.
Kes peered up at the sky; thick layers of purplish-gray clouds mostly obscured it.
Looks like a storms coming, she muttered.
from The Gate of the Lion
, a story I tried to write
One in a series of 2004-2008 illustrations depicting an accidental journey into Hell. Based on a dream I had. You'll find the same image on my Web Cam.
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