In Talanda’s considerable experience, field researchers tended to travel light. Janx, however, was a rather disturbing exception to that rule.
Having finally stumbled upon his Venice headquarters she had found, of all things, a wedding dress..ballet slippers?
She knew Janx had found some way to block her. She’d expected he would and, thus, planned to track him by the residual energy traces of the “magic mirror”. Apparently, he’d either destroyed the device or somehow masked it as well.
Unknown to most species, anything they touched left residual traces behind that could be traced. Talanda was clutching for straws with this approach. Nevertheless, she had precious little else to go on.
Garbed in the diaphanous dress and standing en pointe, she focused her energies. Eventually sagging with fatigue, she whispered “Los Angeles."
This story was written for the weekly Visual Dare flash fiction prompt: transfixed. As a personal challenge, I have been stringing the prompts from week to week into an ongoing story. This marks the 29th such and previous installments may be found here.