Our flat Earth proved simpler.

But we couldn’t wrap our heads around those unrepentant cartographers. We toasted swift journeys and shipped their brigs over the horizon.

As expected, those rascals never found the bearing home. Their skulls roll around dry ocean beds.

Oh, we dammed the rivers. Another easy fix.

3 Things About This Micro-fiction

1. I was terribly exited after writing this piece.
2. It has an unreliable narrator! That’s the stuff of fiction.
3. Moral: Simple ideologies will require one “easy fix” after another.