Written for Unwinnable, recreated in-part with permission.
Fresh from the darkness of the temple behind me, the world calls to me, far more than the old man peering curiously at me downslope. I take off.
A tree branch, some apples, a nearby axe, a small pond surrounded by rock—I find myself bouncing from moment to moment, almost drowning in things to touch, to climb, to slip down, to splash into, to collect. A rusty sword juts artfully from the set in the middle of a serene lake. A nearby temple, half-standing against the elements, time and growing vines, begs to be visited. In the distance, the sun glows warmly. Distant mountains are bathed in the white of snow.
Complete work published on July 10, 2018, available at http://www.unwinnable.com. All rights reserved.