“D-d-d don’t look like much to me,” had started ol’ Dawkins, but his job was to tether the mules.
“I’ll take a picture of the markings from above, and get a better idea,” said KZ, her white scarf fluttering across her face, disarming my thoughts.
“Tough flying through those mountains,” I replied.
“I do tough,” she said.
Her white scarf had flowed in the air stream as she flew over the high plateau in her prop plane.
She landed smoothly in the sand below us.
“So what are they?” I shouted down.
She motioned with her gloved hands.
“I think she’s sayin’ p-p-p-penis,” Dawkins stuttured.
“Probably ones that bite, knowing KZ!” I grinned aloud.
Thanks very much to Rochelle! Pic this week by Danny Bowman. For Friday Fictioneers 100 word stories.