We followed the path down to the clearing. A lot of fire had passed through here recently, but it had all died out by now. The path continued, wide, and as if it had been carved out by many feet over many years, with little burnt matter or vegetation except for the odd fallen vine. The path was wide enough for two or three people comfortably. It was about a yard wide, and the ground was shale sandstone, layers of mud compacted by time. We had reached the yard shale.
We were hungry, but continued on. Neither of us had food in our backpacks, and unfortunately the burnt jungle wasn't going to feed us. Our only real choice was to keep walking until we found some living forest, to eat some living berries and some living nuts and dead rocks. The Palo-Alto-lithic diet.
We continued for a kilometre. No food, no nothing, just burnt forest. Fine.
This is a five-minute freewrite based on the prompt yard sale.
It is a continuation; previous instalments can be found at part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5 and part 6.
In other news, I have just started a choose-your-own adventure where the character's actions are chosen by you, the readers and commenters. If you think this is an interesting idea, please check it out at A Computer-based Interactive Fiction For You and Your Friends.
