“Sign seems a bit kloogie.”
“Maybe we should turn around, Randy.”
“Where’s the adventure in backpacking if you worry about every little sign, Marcia?”
“I’m just saying…”
“Come on. The sun will go down in an hour.” He grinned and then marched forward.
“I knew this was a bad idea,” she muttered and hurried to follow.
Then the world violently flickered around them. “What’s happening.”
“I don’t know. Maybe…”
The flickering stopped and landscape became heavily forested when it had been rocky before.
“Welcome.” There was a man calling to them from ahead. “We’ve been waiting for you.”
Written for the Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday writing challenge. The idea is to use the image above as the prompt for creating a piece of flash fiction no more than 100 words long. My word count is 98.
I’m sure this sign is perfectly legit where ever it was taken, but it sure looks odd, especially the “leg” from my point of view in the U.S. Also, the “face” on the sign looks kind of alien. I let that rule my imagination when I crafted my wee tale.
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