The opening sentence for the April 14th Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: “Those are the directions…”
Carstairs had a problem with directions. He had an issue with north and south; east was easy as that was where the sun came from each morning, the west where it disappeared to each evening.
In his head echoed the chief’s final words “Those are the directions..”
That’s what he remembered and then there was something about arriving at a big rock that looked like a bear or was it a big bear that looked like a rock?
In front of him loomed the rocky outcrop. Beyond the rocks was supposed to be the treasure chest and he had to do something with it.
Take it back?
He was in a quandary when a very large bear came around the bend and answered all his questions.