Pure malice emanated from the scar that ran across his face rendering me gorgonized. Jagged rocks digging into my back told me that I was trapped in the tunnel. My death was imminent. I should be considered lucky if it was a quick one…
The National Journal had sought submissions from amateur photographers. The top three pictures would be featured on the front page of their annual digest edition. This was the opportunity that I had been waiting for.
It so happened that I had gotten wind of an abandoned vicinage overrun with wild shrubbery alleged to be home to some dilapidated erstwhile landmarks and possibly a ring of marauders. That there was almost complete and very intentional suspension of movement to that place had convinced me that I had found my perfect location. With the zeal of a crusader, I had put my pedal to the metal and set off on my quest.
Here I stood, several hours and lifetimes later, face to face with my executioner.
Perhaps the only picture that I was getting was my own in the obituaries!
Written in response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s Wordle #256: Happen, Crusade, Wind, Tunnel, Ring, Vicinage, Suspension, Gorgonize, Pedal, Lucky, Landmark, Page