“This is weird.” Pointing toward the rocks, Jon said, “These footprints in the sand seem to start over there at rocks, but they end right here in front of us.”
“Not only that,” Jon’s buddy, Steve, said. “But look how far apart they are. It’s like the guy who made them was running.”
“But what could he have been running from?” Jon asked. “This place seems to be deserted. I haven’t seen another soul all day.”
“They’re pretty large footprints,” Steve observed. “They are from a man’s shoes.”
Both young men looked around, concerned that perhaps they weren’t alone on the island.
“What happened to him? Why did the footprints disappear?” Jon wondered aloud. “It’s not like the high tide washed them away. We’re too far from the water’s edge for that to have happened.”
“I think we need to head back to the boat and get off this island. Something weird is going on here,” Steve said.
“Fine by me,” Jon responded. “I’m thirsty, anyway.”
As the two started heading to where they had left their small boat, they noticed a whirring sound coming from overhead. They both looked up simultaneously to see a strange looking, cigar-shaped object hovering above them. “What the hell is that?” Jon asked.
But before Steve could answer, two beams of light engulfed the two men and they suddenly found themselves becoming elevated and carried up toward the cigar-shaped object.
At some point later Jon awoke to find himself strapped to a table with some strange looking creatures staring down at him. He looked over to his right and saw Steve similarly strapped down. Steve was also waking up.
“Well,” Jon said. “I think the mystery of the disappearing footprints has been solved.”
Written for this week’s Thursday Photo Prompt from Sue Vincent. Photo credit: