It was enigmatic to hear the sound of a saxophone emanating from deep inside the forest. As if hearing a siren’s song, I was inexplicably drawn to the sound.
I slowly made my way to the source of the music and saw a solitary man in a clearing, staring into the distance, playing the saxophone. He either didn’t notice me or chose to ignore me. He just continued to play.
I walked up to him and tapped his arm. He stopped playing, looked at me, and said, “I am your last resort.”
Written for this week’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl. Also for these daily prompts: Your Daily Word Prompt (enigmatic), The Daily Spur (resort), Ragtag Daily Prompt (fear), and Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (surreal).