Going gently

Despite its drab, dusty appearance, the tendrils of this big plant in the middle of the forest pulsated invitingly, drawing me into its center.

Where I am now, waiting to be digested.

Thank God I had with me my Android smartphone and good reception, allowing me to post this for posterity.

What number do I call in this godforsaken country where no-one knows me?

– James Steerforth (© 2013)

Written around drab, pulsate and tendril from 3WW CCCXIV.

Note
I expanded the story slightly based on a logical flaw revealed by a comment, “You can use a smartphone to call for help, you know…”. Thank you, J. Cosmo Newbery!

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About James Steerforth

I am an author of poetry and fiction, translator and painter who loves to have fun with borrowed feathers.
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4 Responses to Going gently

  1. Stan Ski says:

    What would we do without Smartphones?

  2. It’s not if it’s a giant venus fly trap…just a weeny little tendril thing..you haven’t been eating those mushrooms in the forest have you?

  3. J Cosmo Newbery says:

    You can use a smartphone to call for help, you know…

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