Three Line Tales, Unbound

Edge of Reason

Like Hermes cast down from Olympus, the three boys sped surefooted through an overgrown field. Swaying dandelions and meadow thistle charted their traverse across the expanse like a compass. The true north of their hearts was a wild unknown teetering at the field’s edge where depths of darkness waited with a hungry embrace.

Featured Image: Unsplash – “Boys will be boys.” by Jordan Whitt (CC0 Public Domain)

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