Three Sentence Ficathon 2015

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[silvr_dagger]

Mad Max: Fury Road, any characters or pairing, the gift of water

I lift my lamp

[edenfalling]

Four hundred and thirty-three days later, Max slowly turns the radio dial in his newly scavenged car, listening for scraps of signal in the static: electricity is rare these days, but there are still satellites overhead and some enclaves broadcast boastful warnings that help him evade and avoid potential trouble; a voice fades into coherence -- a woman, he notes; men are more common, since people assume there's more weight behind their threats -- and he waits to hear the next set of coordinates to add to his map.

It's only while he's laboriously picking the numbers and landmarks out on the fabric that he realizes this recording is a welcome instead of a warning, that he knows the woman's voice, and that Furiosa is offering water to all those who thirst: calm and fearless, as if she isn't calling catastrophe down on her head and all those around her.

He listens through another repetition, stares toward the horizon as if he could see the Citadel beyond the desert and the hills.

Then he turns the wheel and begins to drive.

RE: I lift my lamp

[silvr_dagger]

This is so good. So good. I love the bits and pieces of worldbuilding, and there's something incredibly evocative about satellites still sending their messages through the Wasteland, and oh, Furiosa, you and your redemption.

RE: I lift my lamp

[edenfalling]

Thanks! The satellites and radios are courtesy of a really neat Tumblr post on the subject, which I immediately wanted to do something with.