A Long Trip

Crack. A snap erupted from his ankle as his foot stuck under the root. The man was hurled to the ground. A stick stuck out menacingly as his eye rushed toward the protruding point. He burst from his sleeping bag, sweat dripping off his body. Confined still to his tent, he looked around, heart pounding. The zipper slid easily to open up to the forest as he took a breath of fresh air. Stretching and yawning from that poor night’s sleep, he walked out. Just as he wiped the last sand from his eyes, his foot snagged a root, barely peering out of the ground, yet enough to create a loop for the unwary. A snap came from his ankle and the protruding stick raced toward his eye, just as he awoke in his tent.

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