Yum, he thought, that hiker was delicious. And the new clothes were just the right size for him too, though the shoes and the hat were a little too shabby. Yep, he’d been a hiker himself — actually more like on the run, ever since he escaped that circus sideshow — but he’d found a place here that suited him fine. High in the mountains, isolated, plenty of unspoiled water to drink in the stream, and best of all the hunting for food was almost too easy.
Path of Seasons
In spring, the explorer jumps at the possibilities his map presents. One step, the flowers bloom, the rains fall.
Another step and summer blazes. His face is rugged now, the map unnecessary, compass barely helpful. The trail is his friend, adventure his companion.
One more stride and the leaves fall. A look at the map reveals wasted time – why didn’t he travel beyond the known? But now he tires easy and can’t travel as far.
Walking into winter, the explorer takes off his hat and boots. He drops the map, a few new trails marked by his own hand.
*Video for the winning story should be live by early to mid-August.