Yesterday's microfiction was close to home for me, as I was writing about a town 90 miles away from where I live in Dublin. Today we're off to the other side of the globe, to the Nahanni National Park in the Northwestern Territories in Canada.
Nahanni National Park
"Oh, this looks so amazing!" Natalie's nose was pressed against the window of their small floatplane.
"You see that part of the river there?" Jack said, pointing and checking his map. "That's called Funeral Range!"
"How did it get that name?" Natalie asked the pilot.
"Apparently some gold prospectors died here. There are a lot of stories about the place being haunted," the pilot said, not turning his head from the controls.
Natalie gave a slight shudder. Jack fingered the ring box in his trouser pocket. Hopefully she'd forget about that soon, so he could ask.
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