The Inkwell’s Half-hour Challenge writing competition for August, theme “Wish”:
After forty years of trudging through the barren wastelands, Arthur spotted another human form on the horizon, and ran as fast as he could to catch up.
“Hey” he shouted “Wait”, coughing in the sulphurous atmosphere, panting heavily. Stumbling over the basalt rubble, frantic for human company, eventually Arthur made himself heard over the howling wind. The figure turned and looked at him. Another old man, beard and hair down to his waist, clothes in tatters, very dirty.
“You as well?” asked the man. Arthur was confused.
“What? Me as well what?”
“You caught the leprechaun?”
“….and told him you wanted to live for ever?”
“You should have said “for evermore””
“Well, I know that now.”
“Never mind: only fourteen million years or so before anyone else is born.”