Flash Fiction — in more ways than one

"How did I get here?" Brunilda muttered as she looked up from her book. Somehow whilst absorbed in the latest potboiler by the spellbinding Tom Savage, she'd wandered into a forest. In front of her stood a young prince. "Who are you?" she asked.

"I'm introduced on page one hundred and four. I guess you haven't reached that point yet."

As he spoke, he dissolved and was gone.

Brunilda tossed the book away. "And that ends that..."

Still, she looked at the book face down on the ground and open. "Still, I'd have liked to see how it ended."

With a "pop" she too vanished.