I never thought I’d see the day, but I finally managed to come up with something happy for Friday Fictioneers! And, in light of that, I wrote about two young people finding something that even today’s adventurers are trying to find, though with much lower stakes. While attempting to not give it way, I thought of the last line for this story the moment I saw this weeks picture. And, I have the basic setting in my mind, since the image in my mind could only occur in this sort of world. The challenge, however, was making them believable and interesting in only a hundred words. I’ll let you be the judge of whether I pass or fail.
Also, I hope the ‘characters with bad grammar’ thing isn’t too annoying. As an excuse that only a fellow writer can understand, they refused to talk any other way, no matter how much I asked them to at least try to enunciate better.
Dreamers of the Desert
“I’s just a myth.” Toby insisted. “Like forests. Jus’ a story the ‘dults made up.”
“Me uncle says it exists.” I insisted. “Said he found it on the way ta the Great Pond. Only a day’s walk, he says.”
“Yer uncle’s a liar! Ain’t nothin’ in the Desert. We gonna die out here, lookin’ fer fairy tales.”
“Not much further…” I whispered, as we rounded some more dunes.
Then, I stopped. Before us stood crumbling spindles and the remains of villas. It must have been beautiful, when it was inhabited. Even my partner paused.
“Welcome to Atlantis, Toby.” I whispered.