Photo prompt-copyright- Douglas MacIlroy
They were thirty miles from the base camp when weather changed abruptly.
“We must leave, now.”
“You are over-reacting?”
They left for the camp. Soon everything that could go wrong went wrong. They lost their way.
Out of nowhere a man appeared and waved at them. They were shocked to see him but stopped the vehicle.
“You need to go straight towards east,” he said pointing towards east.
“You can come with us.”
“I like it here,’ the man said and vanished in the blizzard.
“I think I know him; was he the explorer who went missing, years ago?”
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