Jack Altomare discovered a handwritten note next to his laptop computer. He picked up the note and scanned over the words.
You looked so tired
that I decided to let you sleep.
It’s going to be a long day-
I’ll be home for dinner.
Jack glanced over at the clock and realized that it was almost noon.
I really did sleep in. He thought.
He debated on breakfast, then decided that he wasn’t very hungry. He considered working on a painting in the studio, then realized that he wasn’t feeling very inspired. Out of instinct he turned his computer on to check the news, then became aware that it was essentially just the same every time.
Ten minutes were spent stretching to alleviate the soreness in his muscles from making love the night before. He changed into a clean pair of jeans and a shirt, laced up his boots and slipped into a black hooded sweatshirt. He grabbed his wallet, keys and watch before walking out through the front door of the condominium.
The condo was located on the west edge of town. Jack only had to travel three short blocks to meet up with a paved walking trail that steered him even further away from the noise and chaos of the city.
After ten more minutes of walking at a steady pace the trail turned into gravel and entered the wilderness. It was here that he encountered a fork in the trail. He picked the right path and continued on.
Dark clouds were gathering near the horizon and it looked like a storm was inevitable. It was probably impossible, but he thought that he could already smell the rain.
Sudden movement off to the side of the trail. Jack turned in time to spot a snake slithering out of the tall grass. He stopped walking and observed the snake as it slipped past his feet and disappeared into the underbrush on the other side.
There was a brief flash of lightning from one of the dark clouds in the distance, followed by the low rumbling of thunder. Jack continued on down the trail and allowed his imagination to run wild.
[Original writing & photography by J. E. Lattimer]
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