Rest Stop … Last Stop

FFFC 5.31.19

The sokudu bike puttered slowly to a stop as Keziah held up a fist, the signal for the group to stop. Her wary gaze took in their surroundings. Flat lands for kilometers in every direction, good spot to make camp. They pitched their tents in the lee of the collapsed buildings. This land hadn’t been much before the war just a tiny oasis surrounded by kilometers of empty desert. Now they called it the “Never Never.” The saying was “Never go out there or you’ll Never come back.”

Old power poles and a single ancient sign post stood in stark relief against the barren landscape. They built a small cook fire in the shelter of the sign post, sentries took their posts and Keziah finally found her bed. That night she dreamed of palm trees and gentle ocean breezes and a voice that softly sang “Last stop … rest stop.” Tomorrow they would continue across the Never Never always searching for that promised land, where ocean breezes blew and the land was green.

Word count 173

For Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s