First Exploration

PHOTO PROMPT © Liz Young

While Jones and I explored the village, Hixon and Simmons went to investigate something interesting they saw.  Simmons said that the multi-rooted tree looked like a structure with a statue in the middle.  I laughed at Hixon’s description of a “sinuous man with outstretched arms, three sets of eyes and a long, pointed beard.”

Simmons and Hixon were long overdue, so, through the interpreters, we asked their whereabouts. 

The interpreters must have misunderstood.  It was just gibberish thanking us for the sacrifice and, since their god was satiated, for sparing one of their own.

Simmons and Hixon are still missing.

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Word count = 100

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My opinion, ones you hear “Hixon’s” description of the tree, you can’t un-see it ;)

51 thoughts on “First Exploration

    1. trentpmcd Post author

      When I saw a blow up of the photo, I realized that the “eyes” where leaves, but from this angle, they do look like eyes! But that tree does need a sacrifice!

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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      Unfortunately I don’t think the type of “explorer” that I was thinking ever paid too much attention to the native’s customs, so things like this were bound to happen ;) Thanks!

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  1. jenne49

    I love how you portray the visitors seeing things only from their own point of view, taking as gibberish what the interpreters tell them and totally missing the point. At least their god isn’t greedy!

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  2. Gary A Wilson

    An excellent take on what might have been a natural treasure for young boys anxious to explore every hand hold and climbing path. Now, perhaps not so much. Stand back children and listen carefully. You may hear it exhale.

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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      It does look like a tree-climber’s paradise, but I would warn the kids away! On the other hand, it did just eat, so they may be safe. For a while…

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  3. rochellewisoff

    Dear Trent,

    Guess who’s coming to dinner? Methinks the explorers were the main course. I think you might mean interpreters where it came out interrupters. ;) Autocorrect is not your friend. I get tired of its shirt. Bon Apetit,

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      Ooops, these people did not interrupt, did they? If they did, perhaps Simmons and Hixon would be with us FOR dinner instead of with that tree-god AS dinner… ;) Thanks.

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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      A playground for a shapeshifter – yes, I can see that. If I didn’t see the creepy face, I would think it would be a playground for anyone who loved climbing in trees! Thanks.

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      1. Bear

        As a child, that would have been me. I was always climbing things… trees, houses, buildings…and occasional cliff faces. I especially liked trees as i could hide and watch/listen to people without them the wiser… oh the townie secrets I could share… butt won’t because it’s just not proper. But, oh how hypocritical those staunch baptists were….

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        1. trentpmcd Post author

          lol, I’m sure those staunch babtists were. I Spent a lot of time climbing things, and jumping off of things, but never listened in – we were a little in the country, so not many conversations.

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          1. Bear

            I once climbed the town hall…sat up there most of the day before someone noticed and had a panic attack about it. Little did they realize that I knew other ways -into the inside- to get to the roof.

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