MICROFICTION
A Relaxing Stroll in the Woods
The cure for what ails you
Michael told me to take a walk in the forest. He told me it’d be good for me. Gabriel agreed and said that mortals do it all the time.
It relaxes the humans and lets them concentrate on what needs to be done. They told me I need to relax. I’m getting too angry and stressed out. Me? Too angry? I invented relaxation. I invented everything!
I listened to those two stooges. I trusted their counsel. I went for a walk in the woods to a waterfall. It was calm and beautiful. The roar of the falls gently massaged away my troubles; my anger; my rage.
It was the most relaxing time since before creation.
And then the damn walk home. I should have known. I should have returned immediately, but the beauty had relaxed me. My happy thoughts told me if I walked a bit more, things would be even better. I would become one with nature again. I would attain enlightenment, like that fat bastard Buddha.
How the hell can you relax when you have to scrape dog shit from the bottom of your sandal?
That’s the last time I listen to those two. Maybe Lucifer was right…
I based this story on Zane Dickens prompt, but don’t blame him for it. I simply reimagined a myth. Was it a hit or a…?
Rocky Shores is a hard drinkin’ and a hard lovin’ man, with a taste for the fast life. As he often quoted, “You only live once, so grab the bull by the horns and ride, baby, ride”. He is a teller of truths, even if it’s lies.
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