He handed her the ticket, she was shaking with nervousness.
”Please, now go and take journey. Fly safe.”
The man didn’t have the best English, but that was understandable. Kate ran back over to her friends, not even looking at the ticket.
”There! I did it! Now who’s next? Jim, Truth or Dare?”
”No, No! You have to use the ticket!”
Kate rolled her eyes.
”I’m not going all the way to-“
She haven’t even looked yet, she glanced at the ticket.
’ԃɠԃɠԃƚɠʋ’
She looked closer, inspecting the writing, what was this strange place?
”Why did you have to dare ME to get the ticket furthest away?!”
”where is it to?”
”D...Dogtugv?”
”What?” Jim snatched the ticket and glanced at the words. “It’s Djibouti.”
”where?” Patricia raises a brow, looking at Jim and Kate.
”Djibouti, in East Africa...on the horn...?”
”NO... It’s pronounced Degdegdegtegv”
a voice speaks from behind, tapping on their shoulders.
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Comments (3)
This is a very nice story
Honestly, I'd consider this more of a flash fiction rather than a short story, since short stories require all elements of exposition, rising action, climax, falling action and resolution, whether non linear or not. However, I do see the potential of this story expanding, and that's good for a flash fiction. :+1: