No one else believed Atlantis would rise.
The transition found him waiting, vindicated but alone, even at the end.
Would that change, now?
How low can you go? I’m at 136 characters, 4 fewer than the maximum 140 (you can also go for 140 words instead). It’s microfiction fun, where you write the short-but-sweet stories based on an image prompt. There’s also a word prompt (this week, it’s transition), if you want more challenge. I used to do this at Stony River, but the site’s down. Happily, I discovered a nice community of microfictioneers hosted at Grandma’s Goulash. Join the fun!