Hot, sticky vapour rose from the ground. Fletcher looked around. Nothing about this flushed atmosphere was familiar. “Where on earth, am I?” he wondered.
The dust rose, whirling slowly about his feet. Fletcher stamped impatiently to shift the clods of dirt. His arms flailed in the thick air, trying to remove some specks of dust from his brow.
Then it happened. Turbid, winged creatures emerged from the dirt, pinching the toes of Fletchers boots, and then his ankles. Fletcher looked down. The creatures were going for his toes.
“Oh, boy”, Fletcher thought. “It is going to be a long day...”
The dust rose, whirling slowly about his feet. Fletcher stamped impatiently to shift the clods of dirt. His arms flailed in the thick air, trying to remove some specks of dust from his brow.
Then it happened. Turbid, winged creatures emerged from the dirt, pinching the toes of Fletchers boots, and then his ankles. Fletcher looked down. The creatures were going for his toes.
“Oh, boy”, Fletcher thought. “It is going to be a long day...”
