Finally Friday! Why is it that everyone lives for the Fridays? What a pointless life, spending five out of every seven days doing something we don’t even enjoy. However, I guess that’s life. The good news is that Friday is now, and I’m only 15 minutes away from leaving this tedious job.
After counting down every last second until five, the time has finally come. I’m out of here. I join the stampede of co-workers as we shove our way out the door. I have to squint as I exit the building as the natural light is harsh to my eyeballs that have been caged in the dark for the last eight and a half hours. I slide into my car with a sigh of relief. The week is over, now onto something fun, and hopefully something meaningful.
Saturday morning dawns early and I race the sunrise up the steep mountain grade, heading deeper into the forest. I am on my way to join a group of other volunteers near the summit and begin wilderness rescue training today. I am a little apprehensive about this plan. I don’t know what to expect, and I’ve never been great at fitting in with people that don’t really know me (and understand my dry wit and sarcasm). Yet, here I go. Here’s a way I can maybe make a difference and perhaps even enjoy some of God’s beautiful creation at the same time.
I pull into the dirt lot at the top, joining multiple other dirty pickups, jeeps, and SUVs. I assume they are all here with people just crazy enough to volunteer for the same thing I have. I unfold myself from the driver’s seat of my small car, already different from everyone else up here who all have four-wheel drives. I sidle over to the group and stand on the fringe hoping to catch what’s being said without having to introduce myself. Alas, I’m out of luck and the instructor spots me, stopping in mid-sentence to ask my name and tell me to introduce myself to the rest of the group. My face flushes red as I stammer out my name and profession.
After some initial instructions, each of us are given a pack and told to pair up. Wouldn’t you know it the only one left not already paired up is the least outdoorsy looking of everybody. Great. This ought to be a ton of fun. I remind myself though, that I shouldn’t judge by appearance. For all I know, this kid could be the next Davy Crocket.
We step onto the dirt track out of the parking lot into the woods, and my new partner turns to the rest of the group and says “May the Forest be with you.”
It’s going to be a long day.
BlogBattle Week 47 Genre: Comedy ?
- 1000 words max
- fictional tale (or true if you really want)
- PG (no more than PG-13) Content – let’s keep this family friendly!
- Your story must contain the word(s) from the theme and/or be centered around the theme in a way that shows it is clearly related
- Go for the entertainment value!
- State the Genre of your story at the top of your post.
- Post your story on Tuesday, by 11:59 PM PST
- Use the hashtag #BlogBattle when tweeting your story, put a linkback to your #BlogBattle Short Story in the comments section of this page, and/orinclude a link to this page in your own blog post(it creates a “ping-back” which will alert me and our friends to your #BlogBattle post)
- Have fun!