*Monday's Writing Prompt is a new weekly event I hold on my blog. Feel free to use what you see here but remember to leave me credit.
Write a short piece of fiction (100-500 words) about the prompt below and leave your version in the comments to share with others. You can also post your piece on your blog, but remember to leave a link.
“You are walking through the backwoods when you come across the body of a large, hairy creature that looks like a cross between a human and an ape. What do you do?”
Here is mine:
Wind rustled through the thick growth of trees and caused my short hair to slap my cheeks. I had wandered off the hiking trail in search of a place to relax, to clear my mind and think. I didn’t know what to do about Ben, and nature held a calm that could always help me come to a solution for any problem, whether it be serious, or involved something more diminutive, like what to wear to a Country Club party. But Ben had asked me one of the most important questions ever. And whatever choice I made would change my life—forever.
I stumbled over ferns and felled trees, searching for a stump to sit on, but when I rounded a large redwood, I froze. My pulse raced so fast that my heart felt stressed by the effort. Something large, hairy, and smelling of decay lay on a bed of leaves. Limbs like those of a gorilla stretched out from the body. Upon closer inspection, the deep rhythmic rise and fall of the beast’s chest made me think it was asleep.
I tiptoed back, trying to stay silent by stepping on rotten leaves, but the heel of my boot snapped a twig and the beast shot up to face me. It watched me with deep blue eyes the color of sapphires, so similar to Ben’s. The creature looked like a gorilla, but the structure of its face suggested otherwise. Too human. Too . . . intelligent.
I wanted to run, but I couldn’t make my feet work.
The creature cocked its head to the side and reached out with a spindly, hairy arm.
“Amy,” the beast said in Ben’s voice, moving to stand on its hind legs.
I shook my head. “Ben?”
It nodded. I spun and ran.
No.
This can’t be happening.
This isn’t right.
No.
Not Ben.
I tripped over a log and my face smashed into mud and leaves, clouding my already watery vision. I scrambled to my feet, running. Running away from the impossible.
Nature has a way of helping me answer questions. And once again, nature came to my rescue, planting a firm seed of a decision in my mind.