Picture Credit © Russell Gayer
Written for Friday Fictioneers
Looking at the ominous mountain of white sand, he knew he had come home. Seeing it in his dream every night since he was a young boy, he knew it like the back of his hand. He knew where the huge chunk of rock gave way to reveal the secret cave and the exact location of the Buddha. How he knew without ever setting foot on this mountain, let alone this country nobody knew.
His mother had once suggested, “Past life!” and his scientist father had told her off immediately. But even his science couldn’t explain the recurring dream.