Thanks to Piya Singh for this week’s photo prompt.
Jayne walked into the place that she had seen within a dream. Her eyes were wide and her breath came in rapid gasps. As she moved into the building her feet crunched over the sand scattered on stone and the darkness seemed shroud her.
Even though she had dreamt that this was the place she was going to die, Jayne was not even slightly nervous as any light disappeared.
She knew she had died there in some other life, and the reason she had been brought to this old mill was to give her long dead spirit sense of peace.
Written for Friday fictioneers