The writing prompts for this were music titles from the “Feel Good Piano” selection offered on Spotify. There are 8 of them. They are in italics. One was edited for this story. I used ‘his’ instead of ‘my.’
Lost
It was a quiet beginning. He was lost and did not know if he would survive. It was just supposed to be a short walk into the woods by candlelight. He tried to convince others to join him on this adventure, but got no takers.
All around him was snow. Every step he took was silent. There were no sounds of any animals or humans to be heard. These silent steps in the snow were somewhat disconcerting. This was not what he expected. Had he gone too far? Which way to go?
He needed to get to some shelter, preferably his own, otherwise he would freeze to death. He was worried, and then he heard the voice. He did not know whose it was. It was a calming, quiet voice. It told him to have courage and faith, that he would survive. This serenity’s whisper did comfort him. He took courage in the hope that he would find his way home.
Why, hadn’t he thought of this before? There was snow on the ground, which meant his footprints had been made on this journey.
He turned around and retraced his steps. If only his candle didn’t go out.
In this respect, he wasn’t that lucky. As the wind in his hair blew stronger, the candle blew out.
But luck was with him that day. As mornings do, they bring light, and dawn was approaching. Light can show the way, or at least his footprints would.
He made it back to his shelter. He was greeted with a warm embrace by those who hadn’t joined him on his adventure, but were concerned for him nonetheless.
He made them swear that no one would ever speak of his or their part in this scary sojourn again. But time will heal. He was a writer and a storyteller, after all, which is why this story has been allowed to be shared with you.
