September dribbles - 28

He pointed. Far ahead, it sparkled, shimmering, dark, too hard for her to recognize. She turned to flee but found she couldn’t leave.

“What is it?” she asked.

He didn’t move, just pointed steadily. Then, slowly, it appeared still shimmering, still sparkling, growing clear.

They pointed, came together. She… disappeared.

Another challenge--to write a 50-word story with no nouns.