Whenever he was in his cups, he would tell the story of being whisked away to a mysterious land. His stories were always full of danger and strange machines in impossibly tall superterranean cities. He spoke of traveling the endless plains in roaring contraptions on black roads.
The other dwarves welcomed him home after his long absence, but they treated his story with benign skepticism. He had been gone for years, and the journey changed him. And while world was riddled with mystical portals to strange kingdoms, none of them had ever heard tell of this 'MidWest' he told of.
ESTÁ A LER
Everyday Drabbles
ContoA drabble is a very short story one hundred words long. No more, no less. They are designed for maximum impact in the least amount of space. For 2019, I'll be posting a drabble every day.
