Two lines cut through a wheat field, disappearing towards the ancient standing stones at the crest of a hill.
1st Man: Never seen anything like it. What could’ve made them?
2nd Man: It’s a mobile.
1st Man: What the hell’s a mobile?
2nd Man: An automobile. Not been around for a long time, since the time of the virus.
1st Man: Who would have a mobile, and why’d they drive it through my field?
2nd Man: Only the very rich would have working mobiles now. Very rare.
They look towards the stones and the top of the hill.
2nd Man (cont.): They say they used to hold ceremonies at the stones, to crown the rulers of the land.
1st Man: You don’t think it could be them, do you?
2nd Man: You know we never actually got rid of our monarchy. They just faded away, like a lot of things after the virus.
1st Man: So if they wanted to try and reclaim the throne…?
They look at each other, realisation dawning.
1st Man (cont.): We’d better warn the others.
2nd Man: And fast.
Exit, at pace.
This is a response to the #writephoto Prompt: curated over at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo. Click on the link to read other stories inspired by the image.
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