Here’s to another week gone by and another Friday Fictioneers care of Madison Woods. As always, feedback is greatly appreciated.
He sat at the base of the gorge, his ankle crushed, ghosts watching from the cliff above. It had been more than a day since sweat last cooled his skin.
I am a turtle, he thought wildly, turned on its shell in the desert.
He could smell juniper, and the smoke of a fire built with piñon, though the nearest camp was miles away. He could feel a kind breeze on his skin, though the air was still and the sun was high.
Darkness flooded his eyes and he saw leaping flames, shadows dancing in the light. There was music, and the song of the shadows broke low and somber on the plains.
And then — at last — he felt the rain.
For those of you who will wonder, my title, Ky’awe is a phonetic version of the Zuni word for water.
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