Word has it that modernity has cramped our survival skills. Let this week’s challenge image inspire your muse … maybe to wonder what we gain and what we lose in a 24/7, interconnected world.
I’ll start with a story …
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Even back to early crèche when I gazed up at the bluest of skies and whitest of clouds through the domes, I dreamed of outside.
Our docent was displeased, “Are your rights not fulfilled? Food for the asking, a warm bed, an education. Does not Grid wait upon your every question?”
But some things one didn’t ask, even in one’s sleep.
Joey, one bed over, soft words asking “How are clothes made?” “Could I learn to make food?”
“Where did I come from?”
Come morning, he was gone.
I’ve run away from the dome and wish I had those answers.
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Now, it’s your turn.
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featured image, cropped, from Pixabay, CC0 license.
We went on a camping trip for my birthday. I had just turned, let us say, middle aged, but I had wandered off by myself, and I now realized I was lost in a dark forest. It seemed like forever since I had been on the main road!
There was a cave ahead, and it sounded like people camping inside. But there were just shadows, and my hope of rescue slid away. That was a dismal cave! And I doubt that anyone could enter there and have any hope of anything.
Depression really. I then knew for a fact that I would die and never see Bea again, or the sun for that matter. Even the book of Virgil that I had bought with me seemed dead.
But it was too cold to leave and I found I could see in the darkness and the cave continued. So I went further in, and down.
We went on a camping trip for my birthday. I had just turned, let us say, middle aged, but I had wandered off by myself, and I now realized I was lost in a dark forest. It seemed like forever since I had been on the main road!
There was a cave ahead, and it sounded like people camping inside. But there were just shadows, and my hope of rescue slid away. That was a dismal cave! And I doubt that anyone could enter there and have any hope of anything.
Depression really. I then knew for a fact that I would die and never see Bea again, or the sun for that matter. Even the book of Virgil that I had bought with me seemed dead.
But it was too cold to leave and I found I could see in the darkness and the cave continued. So I went further in, and down.
Technically, that’s TWO hundred words. 😉
Ha!
And Once Again, I’m Lost…
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