Jonathan McCoy
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The Locket of Pangea
Lucas looked up and was shocked. Before him was an elaborate booth that looked like it belonged in a street market in an African country, there were thousands of rolls of parchment behind it. Each one, the color of the sand that surrounded him and his companion, Archie. There were pens and pencils that were all shapes and sizes laid out on the booth’s top. Some with feathers and others that looked like novelty items from tourist locations of old. In the middle of the booth, between the row of parchment, was an easel. However, Lucas could not see what was being painted on it because the view of the easel was obstructed by a human being. From behind, all Lucas could see was long, black hair to the middle of this person’s back. They had a dark blue linen shirt on with the sleeves rolled down to the elbows. Lucas noticed that their skin was a few shades darker than his and more of a chocolate when compared to Archie’s caramel color. The being had blue jeans on that were the starkest of whites. It took a second for Lucas to take in this being who turned around to greet them. Lucas was unsure if he had ever seen a more beautiful woman in his life. Her black hair was held in place by a pair of Victorian goggles and her brown eyes looked over Lucas and Archie with a very suspicious gaze that caught Lucas off guard. She had both hands on her hips and was tapping one foot on the sand.
By Jonathan McCoy3 years ago in Fiction