Random Scribbles · writing

The Things We Do For Love


Photo courtesy of Barbara W. Beacham at MFtS
Photo courtesy of Barbara W. Beacham at MFtS

Not knowing what to expect, he made his way into the dark of the forest. Roger had never been in a forest before. In fact, right here, right now, Roger was further from his TV screen than he had been in the last 14 years and he was frightened, he was conflicted; but he was doing it for love, he was doing it for Irene.

He and Irene had met at Chess Club in high school. They both felt the chemistry.

He and Irene had gone to State together. They fell hopelessly in love and wed immediately after graduation.

He and Irene had played Wii and X-Box together; but now she wanted to try hiking. She had already slipped between the trees. He could hear her giggling in there. He was expected to follow.

What if there were bears?

Or wildcats?

Or snakes?

Or skunks?

What if they got lost?