At home they warned to avoid the desert. But she was bored of their rules. She walked for days. At times, she thought she would die. But she didn’t.
The first person she saw on the other side was three feet tall. At first she thought it was a hallucination of a dehydrated brain. But the tiny man running towards her didn’t vanish in the sunlight.
He shouted. “Get out of there! You’ll die!”
“No one crosses the desert. It’s impassible,” they said, later. “Are you a witch?”
She wasn’t sure if it was a compliment, but it was different
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Day 13: Aver
Because "Aver" reminds me of the Wizard of Oz.