“I really hoped to have this rock to myself, guys. This was supposed to be my alone time.”
“On a nice day like this? No way, dude. This rock is the best place to hang out.”
“We could totally have a rock party here. Who’s up for a rock party?”
Civilization behind. Wilderness ahead. What now?
A final trip. So many memories.
Only the trees knew the truth.
Change. Scary. Exhilarating. She was ready.
Her mistakes taught her so much.
A mysterious path. A new adventure.
This is for Shweta’s Saturday Six Word Story Prompt #73: Journey
She learned to appreciate the journey.
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