June stopped draining her water bottle with a sputter and scrambled to catch the vessel before it splashed onto the arid ground. “Peter.”
“What is it, love?” He didn’t look up from fiddling with the settings on his DSLR camera.
“You wanted a sign on where to find the weapon.”
“Quite unlikely, I’m afraid.” He settled the strap around his neck and joined her. “The sources Halima found in the archives were rather vague. I’m sure the terrain has changed since then, even here. Assuming this mysterious magical weapon even existed.”
She raised a hand that shook only slightly and pointed. “It’s that way.”
“Pardon?” He lifted his chin to follow the line of sight she’d indicated. “West?”
“The journal said, ‘infinite sky shows the way.’ We’d assumed that meant stars. But the clouds blocking sunlight do just as well.”
Before them, on the cracked ground, pointed an arrow made of shadow, aiming west.
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This week’s prompt was sparked by AC Young: The sun and clouds make pictures on the ground.
Mine went to nother Mike: The rock-stretching man finished his latest piece and…go read the rest!
