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The boy held fast to the gnarled hand as they trudged up the hill. Their provisions were slowing their pace and making their feet sink deeper in the sand. As they crested the transient mound the boy gasped, “We’re late!”

The lights from the caravans looked like fallen stars on the parched landscape, growing fainter as they moved away in their hungry search.“Calm down, we still have time,” huffed his grandfather.

The old man told tales of wet storms with water running down from the sky. Sand and dirt stung the boys cheeks as the wind took up, foretelling a different kind of storm, and reminding the boy that the wet ones were just fairy tales.

Rounding over the crest, a statue knelt before them, revealed by the ever shifting landscape. The boys eyes grew wide. “I didn’t know we could fly?”

The man’s wizened face looked down at him with ancient sadness. “No, Michael, we used to swim.”

**This was a photo prompt for Madison Wood’s Friday Fictioneers.  Always looking for comments and criticism**

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The Club

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The thrumming of the base seemed to be coming from all sides, like I was standing inside a beating black heart. Vacant eyes and loose limbs draped across sofas, tables, and each other.

Trifecta Writing Challenge, Trifextra, rule of three in writing, using only 33 words.

Institution

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The last strains of sunlight lingered in the corners, grasping every available point of refraction. She slid her fingertips along the glass wondering if this was all there ever was. Or could be.

The chains on the cell doors rattled and footsteps echoed. She gatherd her hospital gown and quickly lowered herself from her precarious perch, scrambling back against the cement wall. Was it her turn?

**this is for the Trifextra 33 word challenge, Trifecta Writing Challenge, they provided the first 33 words, and I did the rest**