I’ve been mulling over Crispina’s photo for two days now. We’ve had a few paths or gates so far – albeit all very different – and I didn’t want to find myself telling a different version of a previous story. What to do? I found myself having an internal dialogue, going over ideas. Hey….there ya go. Make that the story. So I did. Care to join in on the fun? Just click here to find out all the rules and regs. There are none! Well, except going over 150 words. That’s the only rule. Not so tough, eh?
Conversation With Myself
Does that path up ahead look smooth to you?
No, why? Is it supposed to be?
I though it might be; at least somewhat.
Where’d you get that notion?
I figured I’d earned it by now.
Based on what, exactly?
My age, years worked, life experiences
And you figured by now, all the hard stuff would be done?
Kind of presumptuous, no?
You think? I just didn’t figure I’d be starting over so late in the game.
Life’s funny like that. Just when you think you have it figured out—
Boom! Here comes another rock, jutting out just enough to trip you
You know what they say, right?
Oh shut up!
But it’s true!
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger… Ugh.
You’re resilient. You can handle it.
Well maybe I’d just like for things to ease up!
They will, in time.
I hate you.