For the Microstory Competition on thelostbook.net I wrote exactly 100 words to kick off the story:
Day 1:
I must have been loco to agree to something as crazy as this. When we descended down to the tepuis this morning, the fog was thick as pea soup. I told Sally landing on the small river was risky but she did not care. Both floats got torn and we almost hit one of the rock formations the Gran Sabana is famous for. Sally radioed home that everything was more or less to plan. Very funny! No way to get the Otter going again. We got the canoes ready and made about six miles downriver today. Signed: Major Ramón Pedilla
Hier ist die ganze Geschichte:
The Lost Book
