The Human Illusion
Neither us of remembered the forest being on any of the maps or brochures. None of it really looked familiar, not according to the long hours of research before our trip, but we weren’t the type to avoid adventure opportunities. It was serene, with gnarled roots and branches interrupting the flat, dry land. We saw no one for hours, until we did, or thought we did.
“It sure looks like a person,” he said.
“But I don’t think it is,” I answered.
“Me neither, but the illusion, gosh, it’s uncanny,” he said.
“Maybe it’s a ghost.”
“Maybe we’re ghosts.”
Feedback appreciated. After staring at the picture for a while, I thought I could see a person just left of center. I can’t tell, and it could be branches and roots or an actual person, but the illusion sparked this story. Originally I was working with the idea of walking trees.
What story comes to mind when you see that picture? Join in! Friday Fictioneers is a weekly blog link-up based on a photo prompt. The Challenge – write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle, and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.) The Key – make every word count.
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