The Wishing Map 108

Our truest friends bless us even when they are not present.

Mitch Teemley

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

The Wishing Map

Chapter Twenty-Two: Everything

Previously: Freshly saved from drowning, Zack and Gina stood alone on the shore.

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If they were uncertain where to go next, the sword was not. It urged Gina toward the eighty foot sand and chalk cliffs. “Fine,” she hollered, “I’ll just climb straight up with you on my back!”

“You probably shouldn’t talk to the sword when we get to Doviclé,” Zack suggested through cold-clenched teeth.

They were brine-pickled and frozen to the core. They stumbled toward the vertical outcropping, their stomachs fluttering, a cove-bound wind viciously venting its ire at them. It was a moment of sheer grace when they discovered the sandstone steps carved into the recess of the cliff.

They climbed as quickly as they could and arrived at the top wheezing but no…

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Writer, Filmmaker, Humorist, Thinker-about-stuffer
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