Today's 100 Word Stories theme was the ground shaking under your feet. I wrote this on the ride to work:
The ancient Indian closed his eyes and hissed a curse:The land, it hates you. It trembles with rage, shaking under your accursed White Man's feet, wishing it could swallow you whole and spit you out in Hell.
Those maps in your wicked hand will not guide you. The land will twist and writhe like The Snake Spirit, sending you to your doom.
I looked at the trinkets on his table again.
"Okay, twenty bucks for the necklace," I said.
"Thirty," said the Indian.
"Twenty-five?"
The Indian smiled. "Sold," he said. "And you're lost because your map is upside down."
I know, it's got a bit of commonality with Jim's story. Neat how that happens.
