Written for the 12.Sept.2022 meeting of The Missing State Group and OLWG# 276
Dante got up that fateful morning, took his breakfast and started walking into the sun.
He was heading to the horizon on a fool’s adventure.
After what seemed like hours he happened upon an apple tree where he stopped to rest.
He plucked an apple, or two, or three, and when his belly was full he leaned against the trunk of his provider, the tree and closed his eyes.
He slept. When he awoke the sun was high and he was hungry again.
More apples. More sleep.
Upon awakening the second time it was dark and Dante feared he had been transported to a faraway land, fraught with dangers that he could only imagine. Disoriented, he stood and began walking again and after a time he came to a farm house.
It looked just like his father’s house. Dante advanced and knocked on the door; surprised when his father answered.
“Father,” he exclaimed, “I have returned after my journey around the world. You know, I am truly surprised that the world is not bigger than I have found it to be.”
“Come inside son and rest.” His father opened his arms to embrace Dante. “You must be exhausted after your journey and circumnavigation of the globe. I’ll grill some burgers and we can have a couple ‘a beers.”
Dante smiled and vowed to record his epic adventures for posterity.
This week’s prompts were:
- a fool’s adventure
- everything’s broken
- in a hotel some place