
“We’re lost,” David said.
“We’re not lost” Marc replied.
“So where the hell are we if we’re not lost?”
Marc held up his iPhone. “Still no signal,” he said.
“That doesn’t matter,” David said. “Even when you had a signal, Google Maps couldn’t find us. We’re fucking lost.”
“Wait a second,” Marc said. “I see something up ahead. It looks like a milepost of some sort.”
“It’s about time,” David said. “Maybe we’ll finally get our bearings.”
The two men, hungry and tired, made their way to the colorful milepost. They looked up at the signpost and then looked at each other. David sighed and said to Marc, “Toto, I’ve a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore.”
Written for Roger Shipp’s Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner. Photo credit: Alexander Schimmeck on Unsplash.
No ruby slippers between this pair either, I assume. Fun flash.
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Thanks.
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You’re welcome.
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An intelligent observation
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😂
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Enjoyable. I have no idea what I would do if I ever really came across a signpost like that one. Proabably take a picture of it, hope I had water in my carteen, and then sit and laugh. Thanks for participting this week.
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Thanks for posting that inspiring photo.
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Definitely not in Kansas!
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Two good stories here F!👍🏻
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Great tale 😁
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Thanks!
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It’s a secret place in Kansas 😁
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At least it’s colourful……
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Haha! A solid last line. 🙂
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That is quite the sign. Don’t suppose either has (dare I say it) an old fashioned map with them?
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Do they still exist?
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I think they do. 🤔
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