Amir, dressed in white, walks through the desert. He slows, and stumbles onto his knees. He glances up and sees himself approaching.
As the mirage gets close, Amir laughs weakly, “I know you are not real, leave me alone.”
The mirage kneels down and touches Amir’s shoulder, “How do you know that?”
Frightened, Air looks into the mirage’s face, “How? Am I dreaming?”
The mirage smiles, amused, “No, you are in a place where dreams come to life. Just not everyone lives long enough to see it,” the mirage starts to walk away, and Amir almost desperately follows. At the top of a sand dune, the mirage moves his hand toward a crystal oasis, “You are one of the lucky few. You will live.” Amir rushes toward the sparkling oasis. He dipped his hands into the water and drank his fill. Soon after he drank, the oasis melted away in the heat. Amir saw his destination on the horizon as he looked into the distance.
He smiled, “I’ll make it.”
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Mirage
Short StoryThis is such a short story that if I say anything about it, it kind of ruins the whole thing. But the story is great for a short read!
