If you don’t know what story cubes are, see the introduction to the story cubes series.
To see the original roll of the story cubes, see yesterday’s post.
On a beautiful summer day in a nearly-cloudless clime, I hiked deep into the woods, Thoreaulike, in search of a quiet place to munch an apple and eat a book. This day, and all those like them from those times, are locked inside me in a closet full of sundries, stuffed with mental tchotchkes, and a sign on the door that says “Happiness.”
All these years later, I occasionally peer through its keyhole, and they still speak to me.
Sometimes the best fiction comes from real life.
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