“We should’ve stayed with the truck.”
” No-one would’ve found us. No-one knew we were in the desert let alone lost. I know there’s a town at the end of the road else there’d be no fence to keep the sand back.” The two men staggered on, conserving their energy and need for water by not talking. Mile after mile.
” Look! Buildings. A stream. A mirage?”
“That’s no mirage.” They ran to the water’s edge. Stefan put a cupped hand in it, screaming as his skin peeled from the flesh. ” God help us. They’ll kill us. We’ve found their nuclear reactor.”
In response to Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers where we are invited to respond in 100 words or less to the photoprompt this week supplied by Doug MacIlroy.