“What are you doing here? You shouldn’t be here.”
The mineral-surveyor started; the girl had just appeared, materialising like a dust-devil in the hot desert air. Red dirt coated her bare feet and skinny brown legs so that she seemed to blend directly into the land, more part of it than not.
Rich red dirt; rich in iron ore, rich in stories.
She stood silent on the baking earth and stared at him like an accusation. As the wind swept the rust coloured sand around them, he felt her questioning gaze:
What are you doing here?
You shouldn’t be here.
Genre: Weird Fiction.
A quick story to get in before the deadline. Had this idea as soon as I saw the picture, but have been either busy NaNoWriMo’ing or gurgling in a Gastro-induced misery (FYI – Gastro has been winning 😦 ).
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting, and thanks to Connie Gayer for the photo.
As I am in Nano-mode for the next few weeks, I dont think I’ll be able to read many stories – and I doubt I’ll be able to comment on any – so apologies in advance. I’ll be back in the game fully in December and looking to join up the critical analysis group.