Morning all. Running a little slow. No real excuse I just hit the snooze button one too many times. I also thought today was Saturday for some reason and that I accidentally left the alarm on. But that is behind us now with Friday still ahead. So let’s jump into the morning prompt.
I like this. Not entirely sure where it is going, but i suspect he is going to find that he wasn’t the only one dropped off in this odd location. I kind of want to see where this story goes. Maybe I’ll work on it a little at lunch time.
Friday, August 25th: It came to a sharp point.
It came to a sharp point. Without a Knife or any other weapon, it would have to do. Dave picked up the stick and felt the tip. It wasn’t that sharp as far as pints went, but the stick was straight and sturdy. Feeling more like a Neandertal than he expected, Dave ventured out of the small cave in which he woke, trying to clear the fog from his mind. It felt like whoever dropped him here wrapped his brain in cotton wool so it wouldn’t break in transit.
‘Wherever here is,’ he thought.
It was daylight and the bright sun made the mouth of the cave glow. He stumbled, blinking into the light, looking around, trying to get his bearings. After the darkness of the cave he was momentarily sunblind. He blinked and his eyes slowly adjusted. His cave was situated high on the slope. The hill on where it stood was composed of rock barely concealed in patches by dark earth. Large rocks speared ip through, looking far sharper than his stick in places.
‘If I need to get my full cave man on I suppose that could work.’ His great Uncle Ned had been a flint napper. He kept the hobby all his life and at one time or another taught all the boys the basics. Dave learned with the rest of them. It hadn’t really been his thing, but he hoped if it came to it, he might have some residual memory to rely on.
Dave looked past the boulders and saw that as the rocky ground slopped down dirt and then grasses took over eventually ending in a forest. There was not a clear line where the forest began instead it reached out in long fingers of shrubbery and small saplings as though longing to extend past and grasp the rocks, pulling the forest forward. While still sunlight, once the forest began it was dense and dark.
It extended as far as the eye could see. Wondering what was on the other side of his rocky out cropping, Dave left the cave entrance so he could look in the other direction. To the other side of his rocks was the sea. Like the forest, it didn’t start right away. It had rocks with shallows and he could see that the shallows were dense with shell fish. Further out it became the ocean proper. Or at least it looked that way to him.
The cave he woke up in seemed dry, so if the ocean came all the way up to his rocky outpost, the cave at least was above the high water mark.
With at least some of an idea of the land around him Dave sat down and tried to think. The wool around his thoughts was starting to fray. As it receded panic started to rise. He tried tamping it down. He ran through his mental map of the world, trying to use geography to pin point his location and keep the panic at bay. If he could figure out where he was, he might figure out how he got here.
Ten til Midnight 