The goal was to write a 200 word story inspired by the image (photo courtesy of morguefile) https://sundayphotofiction.com/author/donnamcnicol/
The twisted trunk seemed to point to the path she should follow. Lost in thought, she had spent the day wandering throughout the glory of the towering trees, embracing the safety of their covering canopies.
Somewhere she had stepped off the path of the life she knew she was called to lead. Love, or what you think is love, can do that to a person – lead you astray, let you forget who you are, and sweep you up into a whirlwind of excitement, only to let you free fall to the ground.
The ground she fell onto was at least familiar. Earthy, wet, covered with fallen leaves – a beautiful, wooded area undiscovered by most people that sat just beyond her Grandmother’s property line.
She wanted to escape. She went to the place she found solace – the woods she explored so vigorously as a child. It was this place which not only gave her a love of nature itself, but the love of capturing creation through photographs. These woods spoke to her soul. Here life called her by name and welcomed her into a sacred space. It was here where she found her path. It was here where she found God.
Raelyn Pracht 