Tuesday, February 7, 2017

100 Words a Day 1019

The wind blew continuously that day, filling the sails of their desert skiff and sending them flying across the dunes. The riders grew sore from holding the safety ropes; their pace made the sandship rattle and bounce, and it would be difficult to stop if someone fell out, assuming you survived the fall. The wind stayed true the whole day and they covered many miles. The sun had just started to turn the smooth dunes red when the wild spires of the ancient city, their destination, began to show on the horizon, as though rising out the very desert itself.

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