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)
Unbound 