(Relatively) Deep Thoughts: First Edition; March 31, 2015

Terra Fortitudo

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I can’t stand being cramped up in the car for so long. We pulled over at an overlook to get our bearings. I opened the passenger door, greeted by the fresh air of North America, thinking, we could be anywhere right now.

Valarie was less enthusiastic, having been in the driver seat for the last four hours. Neither of us really knew where we were going, but we knew the direction was West. The Sun rose behind us only two hours ago, it was perfect for enjoying the scenery of the drive. Which was good, we had long needed something to take our minds off the past thousand miles.

“An old racetrack joke reminds you that your program contains all the winners’ names. I stare at my typewriter keys with the same thought.”
— Mignon McLaughlin

This was day three of our journey, the road had not been good to us. It was better than where we came from. The government had lost the fight, most people were out of their minds. The rumor we were following, like a fever dream, was that the chaos didn’t spread past the great plains. The relatively empty plains acted like a fire lane during the nihilist movement.

We truly didn’t know what awaited us out here, but just looking out at the land, I knew that everything we could possibly need to raise a family was out there, somewhere, just waiting for us to take it.

Can you write a narrative with just this picture and quote in 500 words or less? Include in the details something about the picture, and use the quote in the theme.

What did you think of my nano-story?


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