Go back to nature, they said. Rediscover yourself. Rediscover the true meaning of life.
If the true meaning of life was to be covered in mosquito bites, sweat and dirt, then she’d struck gold. Right now, she was dreaming about her cosy apartment, a glass of wine and the latest Stranger Things series.
‘What’s that noise?’ she shouted to the guide ahead. All week she’d suffered his contempt. He must hate city slickers.
‘You’ll see,’ he said, pushing foliage out the way. The rumbling got louder until they stepped into a clearing.
And she did see.
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).
To read more stories of 100 words based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.
I was delighted to receive the author copies of my new novel ‘The Barra Boy’ from my publisher this week. If any of my Friday Fictioneer colleagues, or anyone else, are interested in receiving a copy, all the details can be found HERE.
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