The lights of the magic city, glowing beyond the mountains on the horizon, have called to many over the years. Those who are down on their luck, with nothing to lose, have answered the call for ages. Stories of the good fortune to be found there have beckoned them, and they have responded. There are no true reports of that good fortune, for none have returned to tell their tale. Many feel this is due to the arduous trek across the mountains. Once there, why leave such happiness behind?
And now, here it was! Jeremy stopped to marvel at the sight of the city, visible through one last mountain pass. He wondered how many had come far enough to actually see the city. It was just as he imagined, glowing as if its streets were lined with gold!
But it still was a good distance away, and he had traveled so far, already. This would be a good place to rest before continuing. He would use his backpack for a pillow.
Lying on either side of him, all around him, in fact, were the bodies of all the travelers who had come before him, nearly hidden in the grass. With lips sealed, their minds screamed silently to him. “No! Don’t rest here! Don’t even continue! It is magic! It’s a mirage! Turn back, before you’re turned to stone!”
Jeremy dropped the backpack from his shoulders and glanced towards the magic city one last time. He lowered himself to the ground and laid his head back. Even as his eyes were closing, all around him was surrounded by a haze.
This is my response to Jane Dougherty’s Microfiction challenge #10: Far far away, which offers a painting by Theodor Kittelsen, Far, far away…. Fairy tale? Perhaps. The word count here is 273. As always, Jane’s critique is welcome.
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