Below is my 100 word (ish) submission to the Friday Fictioneers. Photo prompt this week is courtesy of John Nixon.
The Friday Fictioneers is a friendly group of online writers from all over the globe who endeavour to create short but fantastical tales with which to enthral and inspire both reader and writer alike.
“All I see is forest”, shouted Mendoza, pushing another branch from his face. “No hidden village. no sign of anything.”
Jorge sighed in frustration. “Two hours trek from the border”, said Jorge, pointing to the map in his hands, “should be here by my reckoning.”
“This Tarquin fella. You trust him?”
Jorge smiled. “As much as I trust you, but then, he’s paying. I got a good feeling though, like we’re almost there.”
Behind them, Tarquin laughed to himself. They were correct in that their journey was almost at an end. The cannibalistic people of the village, the Lacertili, had much to offer, including the secret of eternal life. In return, their needs were simple, if somewhat bloody. Looking at the two men ahead of him, Tarquin figured that some things were just worth the sacrifice.