Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #14 May 2015 | Page 6

by the fall’s movement. From a third window, I saw
another expanse of water and falls with a fortress on
the opposite cliffs. It was similar in size and scope to
the one in which I was currently residing.

followed and blinked at me quizzically.
“Ere now, oo are you?” it asked.
I looked from the porcine face to the girl on the floor
and back again. The girl writhed on the stone floor
moaning and holding her derrière with both hands.

“Well,” I thought. “At the very least I am in the right
place and time.”
As I rested my hand on the sill chips of stone broke
loose and fell at my feet. A sudden idea took hold. I
picked up the largest one and using it like a blade cut
a slit in the nearly rotten blanket for my head to pass
through. I flipped the mattress of the cot on the floor.
It was a nasty bag of straw in which a family of mice
had made a home. The suspension for the mattress
was made of braided plant fibre. I used the chip of
stone to saw a length of it free and boun