Saturday, April 23, 2011

It was the map's fault, really...


The sky was on fire. Or at least, that’s what it looked like. Red clouds shimmered in the sky, glowing as they changed shape and flickering. The horizon glimmered like far-off lightening, deep indigo hues mixed with a haze of illumination. He didn’t know WHERE they were, exactly. In fact—he almost didn’t care. They weren’t where they had intended to be, and that was all that really mattered. He’d just quickly and quietly pile everyone back into the…

“Are we lost?”

“We’re not lost.”

“Do you know where we are?”

“Define ‘know.’”

“Then we’re lost.”

“Get back in the ship.”

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