How would you fare if you entered another country by yourself? Would you be nervous? Let’s dial it back. Instead of heading to another nation, how would you feel about going to another state or province with no one? Could you handle the unknown? Personally, except for my first few trips to college, I was always eager to hop into the car and make those twelvish hour drives. There was something freeing about being on the road.
However, I’ve never gone on a trip to upend my life all on my own. Every solitary trip I’ve made had a specific purpose. I don’t think I could handle storming off into the unknown on my own. So when I grabbed this first line prompt, “She was a stranger in a strange land…”, I had an inkling of the tale I wanted to tell. While a larger tale is nipping at my heels, I focused on the bravery of this woman and her journey to a strange land all on her own.
Come, sit down and allow me to give you a mini-escape and kindle your imagination.
As a stranger disembarked the boat, her gaze scrutinized the busy pier. With each step across the worn and wooden planks, her jaw clenched. Once she stepped onto the cobblestones, she paused, pulling the fabric of her cloak to her chest as she peered behind her. When she turned around, she bumped into someone.
“Who are you?” A gruff voice asked as foul air washed over the woman’s face.
She tightened the grasp of her clothing as she inched away from the looming guard.
After several heartbeats, the thug lunged for the woman.
She released the cloak and ducked under the thickly muscled and encroaching limb. Once clear, she rushed into the busy marketplace. As she wove through the milling throng, she glanced over her shoulder, cursing as the mercenary plowed through the people.
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