journey

This tale was written based on the following prompts

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #171

What do you see # 136 – May 30, 2022

Twiglet #281

Fandango’s Story Starter #48

Simply 6 Minutes – Welcome to the Challenge: 05/31/2022

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Island – May 31, 2022

When the taxi driver suddenly turned in the wrong direction, I asked him what he was doing. He turned around, a nasty grin on his face, and told me that he was taking me on the adventure of a lifetime.

Now most would panic, but being a debonair, well-travelled squirrel, I didn’t, rather I shucked another acorn and stated, whatever.

That wiped the smile off his face pretty darn quick I can tell you; it was either that or the realisation that the fare he’d picked up was a squirrel, but anyway … he put the pedal to the metal, and we were off.

We sped along for about 200m, then he screeched to a stop, ok out, she’ll meet you here.

With a shrug, I complied, I could see a grove of trees in the distance, and I was feeling a bit hungry anyway, but before I could scram, she appeared.

Garbed in black, pale complexion, the tracks of mascara tears caressing her drawn cheeks, she stared at me blankly, then stated in a hollow voice, I am your quiet sun, I am here to show you the meaning of life.

Got to admit I took that one well, stating in a surly tone, 42. 

She blinked rapidly at my response and then drew down her hood responding, stare into my eyes and see the truth.

Stuff that, I muttered, scampering across the road, and heading towards the trees, seriously I had way better things to do at this time of the morn, the acorns were waiting.

As I left the road everything began to alter though, and before I could say, Jack Sprat could eat no … , I was in a forest populated not by acorn bearing trees, but great statues of men making stupid faces.

I was beginning to think that stealing those acorns from that LSD users had been a mistake, especially when one of the fellows leant over and stated, we are your true reality.

Good thing I’m an existentialist then, I muttered, dodging between their legs, what did a squirrel have to do to get an acorn around here?

Shaking my head I darted back into the bushes, only to grind to an abrupt halt.

Palm trees, beautiful sunset, a small island set in a tropical landscape.

Panicked I raised my hands and hollered, Geronimo.

Then I jumped.

© NopeNotPam

24 thoughts on “journey

  1. Fun one, Deb! I’m a bit cross with my garden squirrels at the moment. I’ve spotted them ripping into the cushions on the stoep and running off with their cheeks bulging with the stuffing. Now dubbed ‘Cushion-munchers’!🐿️

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