He closed his eyes and opened them to make sure he wasn’t imagining it. The pool was still there.
He hurried toward it. The pool hurried away from him, moving as he moved, stopping when he stopped.
There wasn’t any water. It was a mirage caused by the shimmering waves of heat rising off the dry ground.
He kept walking. He still carried the empty sack of sunflower seeds. He didn’t know if he might find something to put in it.
After a while he thought he could make out the shape of the mountains through the haze.
At first he wasn’t sure if this was another kind of mirage, but the farther he walked, the clearer they came into a view.
Almost straight ahead of him, he could see what looked like a fist, with its thumb sticking up.
He didn’t know how far away it was. Five miles? Fifty miles? One thing was certain. It was more than halfway.
He kept walking toward it, although he didn't know why. He knew he'd have to turn around before he got there.
But every time he looked at it, it seemed to encourage him, giving him the thumbs-up sign.
As he continued walking, he became aware of a large object on the lake. He couldn't tell what it was, or even if it was natural or man-made.
It looked a little like a fallen tree, although it didn't seem likely that a tree would grow here. More likely, it was a ridge of dirt or rocks.
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