It’s in the air. Not a crackling, but the tinny song of Sim’s over the cell phones of shepherds. No lights, but a satellite dish. Do they even know what an Xbox is?
In twenty years will they be like China? Will they have six lanes of highway and an airport you can drive under? Will they be recognizable?
“My country is devolving quickly,” says the guide, and I can’t decide if he means it that way or not.
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
See my Welcome page for details in the picture.
17 Responses to Modern Mongolia