Six Sentence Sunday
This is from a story I wrote for the Invisible Man Virtual Season, called The Old Foreign Legion Ploy.
Darien, the invisible man, has been left in the desert by the baddies.
Taking a few steps Darien frowned, vaguely comforted when a small brown bird perched on a nearby cactus, peering at him curiously. "I don't think we're in Kansas anymore, Toto," Darien said to the bird. This so obviously disturbed the tiny thing that it flew away, leaving him once more alone. "Didn't mean to scare you off!" Darien called out. "I'm betting this is still California, although, lost my Boy Scout compass 20 years ago, so I'm not all that sure."
High above, hawks wheeled and dove in the thermals, and Darien wished fervently that his special power were flying, and not invisibility. What good did having a special power do, anyway, when it still left you stranded in the desert with half a bottle of water, and two packets of pond algae for food?
Darien, the invisible man, has been left in the desert by the baddies.
Taking a few steps Darien frowned, vaguely comforted when a small brown bird perched on a nearby cactus, peering at him curiously. "I don't think we're in Kansas anymore, Toto," Darien said to the bird. This so obviously disturbed the tiny thing that it flew away, leaving him once more alone. "Didn't mean to scare you off!" Darien called out. "I'm betting this is still California, although, lost my Boy Scout compass 20 years ago, so I'm not all that sure."
High above, hawks wheeled and dove in the thermals, and Darien wished fervently that his special power were flying, and not invisibility. What good did having a special power do, anyway, when it still left you stranded in the desert with half a bottle of water, and two packets of pond algae for food?