Sunday is the beginning of another weekly invitation from Alastair to open our imagination and tell the world what we see in his photo prompt. There is always several rich stories that flow from this interesting photographic offering. If you fancy a short adventure add your 200 words or less and join the fray.
Barrett Ford approached the enclosure with utmost caution. Even though it was midday and everything was in plain view he was overly cautious taking each step only as he checked and rechecked his surroundings. The enclosure was still viable, that much he could verify by sight. It had been constructed of the most hardened and expensive materials.
But the gate, the gate was the key. It was all that prevented the end of their existence on this island. As long as that gate remained secure he had nothing to fear. It had taken him years to understand and accept that truth, but nearly two decades had qualified that promise form J. Winston Cole, the architect of this containment system.
Once every 10 days Barrett made this journey. As always he removed his electronic device, clicked the on button and scanned the lock. It had withstood the elements flawlessly so far, but the fatigue was increasing. Another lock was not an option, because this lock was not just an ordinary Master lock. No this one had the back up of a mystical shaman that made it invincible, until rust won and disintegrated the steel.
Barrett’s gut tightened as he eyed the screen. Twenty-eight percent effectiveness. Before the month’s end this barrier would fall.