101 Word Fiction - 008
There had been ample time. The journey shouldn’t have lasted that long. And yet, the sun dipped low on the horizon, and the clouds diffused a rainbow of muted colors. A gust of sand blew up here and there, swirling this way and that for a few moments, before dissipating lethargically. The first hints of thirst had tickled the backs of their throats miles ago. The final drops from their canteens were savored with all the animation of a 1950’s Disney cartoon. The sun beat down mercilessly. This was easily the most ill-fated trip they had ever made, to date.
© Bernard Klinke 2009
