Friday Fictioneers, here I come again. Now, the rest of you can sit around with Doug with your feet propped up if you want to, but I’m going exploring for an ancient city. Anybody else who would like to try your hand at creating a 100-word story based on the unique picture below – Douglas M. MacIlroy’s picture, by the way – hop over to the FF home place and check out the details of how and why. (Also, hop over to Doug’s site and check out his header: amazing — mesmerizing — see for yourself!)
My story’s below the photo.
The aged archaeologist sat gazing into the fire, owning contentment for the first time in his 85 years.
He journaled these words: “At age 15, I sat in a classroom gazing at a tablet. Suddenly, it disappeared, and in its place, as through a window, I saw a mountain. I knew it, yet I didn’t. But I knew I’d find the ancient city – this city — carved inside.
“I was born here, but can’t remember how or why I left. I only know it’s beckoned me in my dreams all my life, and I’ve searched the world for 70 years.
“Finally – today – I am home.”