An Adventurer Discovered

That at the end of her life, it was the adventures that were the pillars of the life she had built. The adventures stood tall and held up all the rest of life – the heartaches, the challenges, the pain, the mundane, even as these too made up parts of the adventure. As the adventurer sat in her rocker on the porch – sipping her Bourbon and looking out on the warm late summer air that hung heavy across this Georgia street – she smiled to herself at the revelation that the pillars were pointless without anything to hold up. That the pillars and the rest of life actually seamlessly were built into one fine structure called Tabitha’s Life. Tabitha smiled and took another sip of Bourbon. Simultaneously she let the Bourbon sit heavy on her tongue and the thoughts on adventure rest deep within her.

The last few pages of the Choose Your Own Adventure book glued together. Probably his sister had been reading the book and got some of her horrible Bubblicious trapped in her own adventure and now this adventurer couldn’t find his own way. He tried carefully to pry the pages apart but as he peered between the sheets he could see the pull was beginning to remove the ink. His adventure would come out as one big ink-blotted blur. ‘Danny! Dinner time!’ he suddenly heard his dad call out to him from outside on the patio where whiffs of barbeque were wafting up into the adventurer’s bedroom. ‘I’m coming!’ Danny called back as he tossed the book across the room and bounded down the stairs. It was as good an excuse as any to not battle for adventure.

A large tube of toothpaste attached by some fishing wire and hanging vertically above the bathroom doorway. The fishing wire connected the toothpaste to an aluminum coil that was wrapped around the overhead bathroom light and was further attached to another length of fishing wire that was attached to a piece of woman’s stocking that was wrapped tightly around the door hinge. The adventurer smiled. She had no idea what this was all about but she smiled anyway – smiled at the awaiting adventure and the sense of suspense and drama that hung suspended in the air – tight as the coil and the fishing wire – and ready to spring upon this born-ready adventurer.