Of Dust and Dreams, Pt. 3
Short Fiction
6 min readApr 4, 2022
Raul sat with crossed legs on a worn wooden chair in the empty town hall reading a leather-bound book with no inscriptions on the cover. He closed it with a slap when we approached.
“Good to see you again, folks!” he said cheerfully.
“We thought it over and decided to camp her for a while.” Lauren twisted the corner of her shirt.