Friday Fictioneers- Weathering Minds

Photo prompt by Russell Gayer

100 Words

“Robbie I’m scared” Rebecca whined.

The cryptic patterns of the hillside seemed to shift in our dehydration. As if they were living, writhing like tentacles.

“Calm down babe,” I cooed. “It’s just weathering on the sandstone.”

I looked back at our wreaked minivan. It was blurred in the heat haze on the horizon.

“It looks so alive!”

It’s all in your head!” I shouted.

I wasn’t entirely sure though.

The squirming dune to our left was non-relenting. A burst of wind howled through it’s winding creases. I grabbed Rebecca by the hand.

“It’s not real, but walk faster.” I whispered.

This story was written as part of Friday Fictioneers. Every week there is a prompt that is accompanied by story 100 words or less! Click here to read more amazing stories inspired by this photo prompt!


30 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers- Weathering Minds”

  1. Ahhh, that was a good one! Dehydration induced hallucinations are a real pain… add paranoia, and you just might have the next hollywood thriller in the making.

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    1. Thanks a lot Jelli! I was watching Bird Box on Netflix while I wrote this. If you don’t look it should be fine, but it’s just so tempting sometimes to see the thing that is actively terrifying us.

      Thanks for stopping by 🙂

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    1. Right on the nose Bjorn, dehydration is a real issue in the desert. Unfortunately there is such a disconnect between most people and nature that they don’t seem to see the danger until it hits them in the face.

      Thanks for reading 🙂


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