(Author’s Note: First week of new job doing fine. Hope to be back to mini-story writing next week. Here’s tonight’s fictioneers, with a song from my own personal deep cuts collection!)
Snow On The Sahara
by Miles H. Rost
The expedition was lost.
First, it was Mina. Then Charles. Packi, the Tunisian warlord. Finally, Julian.
The faces of the two that remained were covered in sand, fine particles of silica that stung their eyes.
“So, where do we go from here, O great navigator?” Marisa said, changing the towel on the back of her cap.
“Well, we should be heading close to the Chott al Djerid, but…”
Marisa let out a whoop as she felt cold hit her skin. She looked up, and saw dark grey clouds and white flakes falling.
“Can you believe it? Snow! We are close!”