The Journey is Overrated
Steven Dakermanji
Word Count:299
It
was a normal day, only I didn’t eat the lunch that was sitting my refrigerator
at home. I wanted to rush home but my neighbor that usually keeps me company
was late, as usual. After waiting at the schools flagpoles for what seemed an
eternity, He came strolling out as usual. A quick barrage of insults started
and we quickly started walking.
The
first hurdle in our walk was the cross walk. It had just changed away from our
lane, so we would have to wait the whole 3 minutes for the light to change to
give us safe passage across the precarious street littered with insane teenage
drivers. What would happen if it never changed? Would we be stuck, oh wait it
changed lets go. The count down gave our steps purpose to get out of the walk
way before the lights changed. At the other end we continued to get home, my
stomach growling like a caged animal.
The
second hurdle was the forest. It had rained the night before; if we tried to
cut through we might get stuck in the mud or be attacked by one of the crazy
wild deer that normally inhabited the area. I bravely suggested we try to go
through to cut five minutes off of our trip. The path was twisted and warped
from the rain but our brave sense of adventure kept us straight. Our shoes
muddy and my stomach attracting the attention of the vicious animals, we
reached the edge and could see our houses. We parted ways and jogged the last
few steps home.
There
I was greeted by my mother with my sandwich and snacks from my lunch. Our brave
adventure had been conquered and I enjoyed the spoils of the slain villain, my
hunger.
The Point: Anything and everything
is complicated by hunger.
