Direction sense

July 22, 2009

None of the usual measures worked, that time, when seeking direction. The map, smeared. The compass, spinning perpetually.

There was a right way to go, a way forward over undisturbed ground, but the rocks in the way obscured a view of that right path and, no matter what, she didn’t want to retrace steps already taken.

She circled, circled, pondering the lack of clear routes. Night was falling, and remaining out in the open was no longer an option.

One comment

  1. Sometimes there is nothing you can do to keep yourself safe, so you can just stay quiet or wonder arround to release the tension

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