It’s Friday! That’s definitely a good thing for more reasons than I can account for here in this blog. For one, though, it means it’s another Friday Muse piece. This one is a slice of flash fiction about the lost city of Atlantis…
Brittany flipped the folder open to a page that read: Confirmed Location of Atlantis. She felt tears welling up in her eyes as she scanned the words and the rest of the page which detailed the exact coordinates of the lost city.
“My whole life,” she whispered to herself. “My whole life I’ve waited to find you.” And she had waited her whole life. When she was a child, her father would fill her head with stories of Atlantis. The scientists of Earth had come close to discovering the coordinates of Atlantis years ago, but those coordinates simply put them in the middle of the Bermuda Triangle. Discovery fleets were lost in there, never to be seen of again.
Atlantis seemed never to be found.
Until recently. Brittany’s expedition to a remote island in the Atlantic brought her to an ancient temple where she found stone containing unknown text. Her husband, Thadius, worked tirelessly to decode the text, and this folder in front of Brittany was the fruit of his labors.
Tears spilled from her eyes, staining the documents. She moved the first page to the side and flipped through the other pages to find preliminary scouting photos of the area in the ocean where Atlantis was now believed to be.
Brittany took a drink from her glass of scotch and leaned back in the tall leather office chair.
I’ll finally see the place of my birth.