I settle onto the flat boulder overlooking the valley. The verdant field and trees welcome the rare visitor, promising a breath of nature and a taste of old-world charm. A world that existed before technology ruled. The afternoon sun bathes it in warm light.
“Daddy, what are you looking at?”
Twisting around, I wave my boy over. He wiggles next to me, his legs stopping at my knees.
“This is the land our ancestors saw,” I say.
He tilts his head. “Can we go home now?”
I laugh. “In a little bit.” After I figure out where we are.
This piece was inspired by two things: 1. This week’s prompt over at Carrot Ranch (In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about old world charm), and 2. The fact that my husband and kids got lost in the woods this past weekend. I’ll let my Facebook post tell the tale.
On the plus side, they didn’t seem at all bothered. Maybe it’s because they knew the whole time that they weren’t dead. In any case, we have procedures in place to avoid a repeat performance.