*just a quick note, this is completely unedited and is my first attempt at flash fiction. Constructive criticism is welcome!*
The moonlight shone through the open window and illuminated the small room. A man sat alone in a small corner of the dusty room reading and old and rare book by the light of a candle. He took his glasses off of his face and squeezed the bridge of his nose, he ran his hand down his face and over his bearded chin. He had been trying to decode this book for hours and to no avail.
The man looked towards the open window and stared up at the moon as if it held the answers to all of his questions.
“Please! Please sweet Luna, help me understand!” He shook his head, feeling silly for talking to a white orb in the sky. With a harsh sigh he stood from the old brown cracked leather chair and the movement caused the flame to flicker, the light dancing over the peeling walls. The chair had a smell of old cigar smoke that the old man who used to occupy the small space smoked.
The wooden floor creaked in the silence as he walked towards the oak table and grabbed the bookmark he had left there earlier in the night.
The bookmark had been left in one of the pages of the book he had been trying to decode. The old man must’ve put the book down once and never picked it up again before his untimely demise.
The man flipped the cardboard bookmark over and stared into the eyes of the Angel Gabriel. Odd, the old man wasn’t religious in the slightest. Strange that he would use such an iconic religious figure whilst trying to read this particular book.
The man ran the tip of his index finger over the face of Gabriel,something was different and this bookmark. Whilst the actual material was cardboard, the eyes looked like they were two shining gems. He held the bookmark up to the light produced by the moon and the strangest thing occurred.
Where the moonlight hit the bookmark the eyes of Gabriel seemed to glow, as if from within. The man was intensely confused, he had never come across such a thing!
He unconsciously walked closer to the window, as if trying to get closer to the light. A smile touched his bearded face and he felt the eyes pull him in. Pulling him to something.
He glanced down to the bottom of the bookmark where he noticed some writing. It seemed to be in Latin, finally something he could understand!
“Through Gabriel you travel.” What on earth could that mean?
He read the inscription out loud in wonder, maybe if the words were outspoken a spark might ignite in his mind and he would understand. A bright light caught the mans attention and he looked up only to realise that the light was coming from the eyes of Gabriel. They were getting brighter as if the moonlight had been poured directly into them.
He raised his other hand to his eyes to shield them and after a few seconds of that blinding light, it disappeared. He moved his hand away from his face and gasped.
It was still nighttime, but he was no longer in the small room that had previously been occupying. He was standing in some kind of desert, his feet were resting in cold sand. He spun around in a circle, the logical part of his mind refusing to comprehend what had just happened.
There was a small light in the distance, it seemed to be a fire of some kind, it was flickering with the wind. The man took one small step and stopped, he looked down at the picture of Gabriel and squeezed his arm tighter around the book that was tucked under his arm.
Gabriel seemed to be smiling, as if he held a secret that he wasn’t privy to. But he knew. He didn’t know how but he knew.
He knew that he was no longer in the twenty-first century, he wasn’t sure how but he knew he wasn’t. It was almost as if Gabriel was speaking directly to his mind.
The man felt his heart quicken in a panic and looked up towards the sky that was completely blanketed in billions of tiny pin pricks of white stars, he had never seen so many stars!
There was one bright light that shone brighter than the rest, his sweet Luna. He felt his heart rate return to normal, he knew that he was in some other time, he wasn’t sure where or when but he knew, but no matter where he was his sweet Luna hadn’t changed.
Now he just had to find out where… Or when… He was.
*I know that this is very rough, but I would love to know what you think!*