Milo calmed the skittish pack animals as his partner, Julius, dismounted from the back of a surly-looking camel. Milo stared, with unabashed amazement, at the assortment of treasure weighing down the mules. He should have learned, by now, to never doubt Julius’ sixth sense for finding such things. Eyeing the enormous hot air balloon swaying in the hot breeze, Julius was at a loss for words himself.
“Umm, Milo, old chap? Didn’t I make myself clear we might need to beat a very hasty retreat from here? There’s a hundred or more exceptionally unhappy tribesmen hot on my heels. This is your idea of a speedy means of escape?”
|Photo courtesy of Hans Braxmeier|
“Fine! Leave off and start loading!” Julius snapped. “Because, unless I am very much mistaken, your ‘beauty’ is not armor-plated now, is she?”
This story was written for the weekly Flash Friday Fiction flash fiction photo prompt