My world is topsy-turvey this morning: Friday-has-become-Wednesday-has-become-Tuesday! Instead of a leisurely morning, I find myself tumbling out of bed and scrambling to get a hundred-word story ready for “Friday” Fictioneers. Not sure if I’ll be able to recover from this and from the thin layer of snow that deposited itself outside overnight (or highs in the low 20’s!!) I’ll do my best and soldier on. Perhaps it’s fitting that what came to mind for this photo was…. But no, I won’t give it away. You’ll have to read it and find out for yourself. But my inspiration was the interesting-looking trees. And I’ll look at the bright side–one extra day to read all the other stories.
Sometimes Things Get a Little Hairy
He struggled to find a way through the nightmarish forest of trees coated with a disgusting, viscous substance that seemed to actively impede his progress. Wind and noise buffeted him as he sought the path. Dark, looming trees blocked the light. Sometimes the earth shook, startling him.
He determined to attempt to climb a tree, to catch sight of where he was, to see if it were still day. But as he began, an enormous shape swept down, sending him spinning into sunny space and as the gnat flew away, he heard,
“Dude! Gross! Something was crawling in my Mohawk!”