Flash Fiction – The Forest

Flash Fiction the forest

My dad always warned me that escaping wild animals would be great exercise not worth getting. Well… I agree; and more specifically, running from bears is great exercise. Better yet, when you run from bears on an empty stomach you burn up your stored fat. I suppose I shouldn’t be complaining, right? I mean, three days in the woods was exactly the diet plan I’ve been needing, wanting, and even begging for.

“You need to change-up your habits!” the dietitians are always telling me. “Adjust your life-style and take away your ability to choose.”

Well, its been three days and to be honest, I’m wondering if I’ve been taking my lavish life-style for granted. It’s funny how no food or water will do that to a person. It’s been three days, three hours, and about thirty-six minutes according to my watch; I’ve traveled 56,000 steps according to that very same watch and I’ve lost an inch on my waist… at least.

But you know, I can’t help but wonder if this will have been worth it… if I survive that is. Have I taken my blessings for granted? Have I forsaken the good and brought on the bad? Is dying of a heart attack at the age of 70 worse than dying from a bear attack or starvation at 35!?

I think I’ll give my watch a break and rest here for a bit…


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