Are We There Yet?


Here’s my latest from Microcosms, the theme of this week’s story summer vacation. In spinning the writer’s wheel, I had to incorporate a children, long distance walk, and fairy tale:

“Are we there yet?”


“Are we there yet?”


So much for a nice quiet walk through the woods. Every few minutes, either the boy or the girl asked the question usually reserved for long car rides on family vacation. The old lady with the crooked nose answered each and every time the same.

She encouraged them to enjoy the silence, listen to the birds.

She’d already told them their cell-phones wouldn’t work out here. They tried once; she just said, “Sorry. Not much reception.”

“I’m getting hungry,” the boy whined after a while.

“Me too.” The little girl rubbed her tummy.

“Are we there yet?”

The little old lady with the crooked back turned around and tapped her stick on the ground. “Now, now, my little sweeties, we’re just around the bend.” She approached the boy and pinched his plump flush cheeks as a proud grandmother does a baby. “I know you must be famished and I’m sorry for snapping at you. I’m not used to company, especially this time of year. Pickings, of course, are slim.” She turned to the little girl, sweat beading along her brow, and smiled. “Unlike you little sweetie. But no bother. I’m so very glad I found you. Are you feeling better now? Not so scared?”

The boy and girl nodded in tandem.

“Good, good, good. Just around the bend. Go on now. Run if you like. I’ll be right behind you.”

The little boy and girl ran to the cottage around the bend and found the pantry. Much as she’d promised, the old lady stood behind them, slammed the door shut, and locked the door.



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