"Hello!" Theo repeated, feeling a wave of great relief that bled into his voice. He looked around, trying to figure out where the voice had come from, but he didn't think to look up, so its source remained a mystery for the moment. Maybe the gods were speaking to Theo, after a lifetime of disinterest. Probably not, though.
Theo decided to skip right to the pertinent subject: "I don't suppose you could point a poor feckless fellow in the direction of civilization, could you? I may have ... misjudged my route."
In truth, Theo would need more than a just a direction to get back to anywhere he recognized. The problem with this damned jungle was that it all looked the same -- he couldn't navigate it on his own.
Theo decided to skip right to the pertinent subject: "I don't suppose you could point a poor feckless fellow in the direction of civilization, could you? I may have ... misjudged my route."
In truth, Theo would need more than a just a direction to get back to anywhere he recognized. The problem with this damned jungle was that it all looked the same -- he couldn't navigate it on his own.
Theo
"Poker" by ND Strupler is licensed with CC BY 2.0.
