Leaving the marked trail 6 hours ago had shown our adventurous spirit, our need to disregard the rules. Our confidence had carried us past a flowing river and an interesting animal hideout; our energy had encouraged us to walk further than we had first intended. When our last snack was eaten, we were reminded that it was time to return to the campsite. We walked in ever-widening circles, our fatigue pointing blame, our desire for the comfort of familiarity strong. Seeing the streetlight through the screen of our exhaustion cheered us. Soon we would welcome the relief of rules and restrictions.
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2019
(This post was inspired by Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. The challenge asks for bloggers to write a story in 100 words or less in response to the photo prompt.)