When the Calling Calls
Skipping along the road of life she halted. Her eyes sparkled.
Don’t go down that road, they warned, it is a dead end.
Others said it was tricky treacherous path.
A one-way road to hell.
Quicksand that engulfs and suffocates you.
What rubbish! She tossed her mane and scoffed at the naysayers. You are such scaredy-cats and so darn negative.
We are realists, they claimed, and you but a babe in the woods. You know nothing of life, of sweat, blood, the struggle, the agony…
Perhaps, she laced her shoes, heaved her rucksack, but you can’t see what I can.
Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the challenge and K Rawson for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.
Well did you see what I saw or was it too obscure? Do let me know!