“I went out to the hazel wood, ’cause a fire was in my head.”
Tom glanced at his sister as if she were on crack. “If you don’t want to tell me the reason―fine. But, I’m getting out as soon as we’re back at the site.”
Lauren gawked. “Oh fuck you, Tom. You know they’d put you back under like that,” she snapped her fingers. “You can’t be a breach to us.”
“The least you owe me then is an explanation.”
“And what else after? Some cinnamon pie? A nice Moscow mule? We can’t have those luxuries here so I don’t owe you shit except survival.”
“I just want to know you’re safe!”
Lauren sighed. “I joined this group and I think we have a shot at escaping—for real this time. They were able to draw up some maps of the island…”
Written for the dVerse prosery prompt:
Write a story that includes the following line(s) from the poem ‘The Song of Wandering Aengus’ by Yeats:
‘I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head’.
I used the two main characters I created in a group collaborative novel I am running on here. Not much context is needed for this piece as it takes place before the events of the story. Just a little indulging with the quote from today’s prompt and my desire to tackle fiction again.
Reposted for the Go Dog Go PYM 2/22/21.