Red's Wrap
Happiness. It's relative.
Lost
I’m sick of his endless tricks.
Now this, signifying what?
Go? Stop? Worship?
Everything about him has become enigmatic, problematic.
Don’t you see what’s wrong?
I beg for a way out of this tangled forest but he just points to the sky.
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This is awesome! It reminds me of when I ran cross country in high school. I was always in the back of the pack…alone. I would come to these colored flags that would tell me which direction to go. I had the colors written on my hand in ink and I would still stop and doubt!! I probably would be just as perplexed at this! LOL Great response to the prompt. So creative!!
Thanks Kathy – exactly the feeling I was trying to capture.
I’m a big fan of that last line, too!
Those stones can mean just about anything, so I completely understand the irritation! Plain language is best.
“Just points to the sky.” Great one, Jan!
Love the middle line Go? Stop? Worship?
Pointing to the sky? Yeah, lame. Nice one, Jan!
Oh geez…you’re right. I need to slow down.
Good one! Good use of irony.