Tonight’s ficlet

I try to make my ficlets com­plete sto­ries, but not ones that can’t have a sequel or a pre­quel added to them. It’s not easy to make a com­plete sto­ry in 1024 char­ac­ters or less.

Here’s tonight’s effort:

Right on the edge of the world

Well that’s a fine how do you do,” mut­tered Rubin.

What you mean, Rubin?” Arnie’s voice always annoyed Rubin, but since the plane crash it had acquired a grat­ing qual­i­ty. It set Rubin’s teeth on edge, it real­ly did.

We’ve come to the edge,” said Rubin. “See? The crick just flows on over…”

Arnie came up beside him. “So it do, so it do.” He stared down into the dark­ness for a long moment, then looked up at Rubin. His eyes were round and vacant like the moon. A lit­tle thread of drool had escaped his lip and glis­tened on his chin. “What’s that mean?”

Rubin sighed. “It means we turn around. Head upstream, hope we can find help…”

We’s been walkin’ for days, though,” Arnie whined.

Dammit, Arnie, don’t you think I know that?” Arnie recoiled from his broth­er’s fury, and Rubin sighed inward­ly. He relent­ed. “Sor­ry, Arnie. There’s no choice.” He smiled. “Know any good songs?”

Do I!” They turned away from the void, and Arnie began to sing some idiot song. After a cou­ple moments, Rubin joined in.