“Are we there yet?” his sister trudged reluctantly behind him.
“Any time now.” He scanned the horizon. If he remembered right, it was on the left.
“Are you sure it even exists?”
He shook his head. “Oh ye of little faith.”
“I don’t even know what ‘it’ is,” she complained.
“‘It’ is magic and sparkles and dreams. I just need to find a shimmer.”
“That’s just the heat in the air. It’s normal for deserts.”
“I’m 100% sure I saw it. Just follow me.”
Hours later, the air remained frustratingly shimmer-free, and he admitted defeat.
Behind them, to the right, the air shimmered.