|Kolmanskop, CC photo by Damien du Toit|
Emerging through the portal, Andrew moaned with disappointment. The dilapidated conditions of the room and the shifting sands within left him little doubt he had failed to reach his desired location.
He recognized the place as one of the temporary structures constructed to house the project’s research staff. What he had no way of knowing was when or in what alternative dimension this version of the building stood?
Clearly, the modifications he and Sanders had made to account for cosmic drift during transit were as-yet flawed. His wristwatch had ceased to function and thus he had no idea how long he had been gone.
This story was written for the weekly Flash! Friday Fiction photo and word prompt: patience.