by It’s been three days since the plane crash, and I still don’t know what to do. Girding on the last pack of rations from my plane, I know that I’m a long way from civilization. I’ve started to head North-east in hope that I might come upon some water, for I fear that my supply will run out fairly quickly in this dry desert.
It’s been an interesting day. Opening my map, it told me that I could find an oasis west of my position. Still, I don’t see an oasis, and I’m sure that if I continue on my present course I will find water soon. It’s really dry and barren out here. It’s about 100 degrees in the shade, if I could find some. There are no trees that I can see. I think I recall a large rock on my way here. I think that I will try to find it before day break.
Today I found a caravan of people moving west. One of them stopped for a second and came back to me. He chatted with me and told me something about water to the west and an oasis. He pulled out a map similar to my own, yet I told him that I knew my way, and that I could find water on my own. He’s crazy. I mean, why would I want to give up my home to follow him and his band of tunic-wearing friends. Some people just don’t understand that they’re not the only ones with the right way home. I need to make my own choice, not be bossed around by another.
It’s getting rather hot out here. My water will soon run out. That, and my rations are slowly thinning. Well, at least I’m getting thin. I wonder when I’ll get home. Boy, I’ll sure be glad to see my nice bed. I had the weirdest dream this morning. I dreamed that my children were gone when I got back. My ex-wife had taken them and I would never see them again. I don’t understand it. I mean, it just didn’t work out, that’s all. Then, my new wife left me for the next door neighbor. I woke up and looked at the map. It pointed westward once again, yet I know that home is North-east.
I saw some guys in a dune buggy today. That must mean that I’m getting close. They were nice guys and all, but they wanted to take me west. I told them, “I’ve heard about that place in the west. They don’t tolerate people like me. In fact…” I listed some things that I had heard. They begged me to go with them, but I refused. It’s my choice. It’s my life. I have the right to do with it as I chose, and no one’s going to tell me how to run my own affairs.
There are many signs the Christian has along the road of life. God is not in the business of saying “Ha, Ha, Ha. They’ll never guess what my will is!” He is in the business, however, of developing a personal relationship with those that believe Him. His word shows us the way, and we must be willing to follow. Our friends that are around us try to exhort us, but we must listen. We must not look at who we are, but who He is and what He has done for us.
Hey, you’re pretty good at fiction writing! I enjoyed this.
There actually are a few Short Stories that I’ve written over time. I’ve gone through my work at home and found some others I have written. I guess it’s possible that some other– longer– works could get here, but they don’t come to a point like these shorter ones.
In either case, look for a Short Stories Page to come in the near future so you can have a handy reference to the fictional works I’ve written.
I see the link to it under categories…will have to check it out!