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I shadowed Zaooli to incense-hazed coffeehouses, brightly-tarpaulined markets, elite pleasure gardens. Rumor claimed he’d unearthed a city of silver. I learned nothing.
Despairing, I befriended him. One night, loosened by drink and darkness, my queries spawned conspiratorial hints. On a country lane, Zaooli waved aside a curtain of mist…
The silver-paved street, bordered by stately statues, led to a shining palace. A giant iguana with onyx eyes asked, “What is value?”
The magical gatekeeper’s questions, of course. I pondered. We discussed philosophy, wealth, and meaning for hours.
I woke to pale daylight and cursed my foolishness. The path was dirt, the statues trees, and the iguana a misshapen log. I’d controlled everything I imbibed. Zaooli must have a mind-mage accomplice, spying on the spy.
He’d be long gone. I rubbed my aching head. A wise man would find easier prey. But he’d tricked me.
Pride conquering wisdom, I set off.
Word count: 150. Written for this week’s What Pegman Saw challenge. Big thanks to Josh and Karen for hosting this wonderful writing prompt, and giving us all something special to look forward to in these otherwise very quiet weekends! This week Pegman takes us to Brasilia, Brazil. Click on the link to see what sights the other participants found and read the stories they inspired — and feel free to write your own story and join in!
I was having a hard time finding a good image to use until I saw this odd-looking log. With my foggy vision these days, it really did look like a giant iguana for a second there. So it was a short hop to a story about someone who’s fallen prey to a magical hallucination spell.