They made their way through the dark forest. The smell of pine needles and rotting leaves permeated the air. The forest was cut off from the world by impregnable mountains, but they had flown into the valley in a hot air balloon in search for the lost city of gold.
“I say, Carstairs, shouldn’t we be heading more eastwards?” said Carruthers stopping to pull up his socks to protect his ankles from the insect bites, the trials of going abroad.
“Now don’t act, hic, like you know, hic, the way any better, hic, than I do” Carstairs replied, hiccupping like he always did when agitated. “Damn these blasted hiccups.”
They managed to cross a river making a raft of fallen logs, then stumbled through more tangled branches.
Then they emerged in a clearing and found themselves surrounded by crumbling ruins. They’d found the lost city, now to find the treasure.
This story was written in response to a challenge. The rules of the challenge are:
The challenge is to write a piece of historical fiction about this picture.
• 150 word limit
• Try not to use the words tree & green.
• Tag 3 people to use the same genre of writing and this photo to create a post.
Sadje from the blog, Keep it Alive, challenged me, see her post here:
The three people I’ll challenge are:
I have also included the following word prompts:
Today’s prompt: socks, balloon, hiccups