Finish the story begins with: “Not knowing what to expect, he made his way into the dark of the forest.” Totally unprepared, he walked toward the trees. What was he doing without his usual backpack, mosquito repellant, and water? Dreamlike, he walked on, pursuing what, he did not know.
[This prompt shouldn’t be that difficult, but I’m totally off here. The question I must ask here is whether to start over or keep on going into my own primeval darkness. Yes, there is a similarity in his and my journey. I feel the tug to keep going.}
So, catching up with,George (that name just popped into my head. That’s nothing to get excited over. Though it doe’s make me feel I may have a handle on this thing.)
So we are now following George. Did you just notice what happened? We are now part of the story. How we got in there is a mystery to me. This just has a mind of it’s own.
My oh my, this is getting scary for George. He is feeling totally lost. No that’s me getting totally lost. And you too, if you are still reading this. Wait! Is that light we see through the trees? Why yes, it is. George sees it too because he is beginning to run toward it. Heedless of the branches reaching out to grab him, George races ahead ignoring the scratches on his body. He finally breaks through into the sunlight. And me? Yes there is hope for me too. I will push publish and then get many glowing comments that will light my way. There I go dreaming. Maybe just a few likes. Glowing will have to wait.