The Wishing Map 14

Has your life ever been in another person’s hands? The way we respond to others can determine whether we live or die.

Mitch Teemley

Wishing pix-Title-(framed)

Note: To read The Wishing Mapfrom the beginning, click here.

The Wishing Map

Chapter Three: Aviar (continued)

Previously: Like her brother, Gina stood on the Map and promptly disappeared.

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Zack slept like a stone. During the early hours of the morning, his bed of sticks became warmer and softer. Something thick and furry was pressing against his body. He nuzzled into it. It felt like an animal. He’d always wanted a pet he could sleep with, a cuddly cat, or a snuggly puppy, or…

His eyes yanked open. In the morning light he could just make out the face of a huge dead rat, its bulging eyes staring vacantly into his. He jerked, brushing his cheek against the rodent’s warm, saliva dripping snout.

It wasn’t a rat, it was a greb, a human-sized scavenger that lived high in the Northern Mountains of the Kingdom of Gerd…

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About mitchteemley

Writer, Filmmaker, Humorist, Thinker-about-stuffer
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