From the Daily Prompt: You’re sitting at a café when a stranger approaches you. This person asks what your name is, and, for some reason, you reply. The stranger nods, “I’ve been looking for you.” What happens next?
“Do you write a blog called walktalk?” the stranger asks.
“Yeah, sure, that’s my blog,” I reply.
“We’ve been following it” says the stranger, “and I want you to come with me.”
“We think it would be interesting to take YOU on a walk.”
“Me, what do you mean?” “What kind of walk?” “Who are you?”
“Have you ever heard of Bear Grylls?”
“Sure the ultra-testosterone extreme survival guy, he walks softly and carries a big knife.”
“Bear wants you to go on one of his walks.”
“Oh. Gee. Thank you, but I don’t think so. I’ve seen where Bear walks. He walks up, he scales, he climbs, he rappels, and he does it through streams and slots and jungles. Usually the person with him has some sort of emotional break
down through. The poor person is stuck, can’t go, whimpers, speaks in tongues and shakes until they realize they have no choice.”
“Bear would like you to do a post about your walk with him.”
“Whaaat? Are you kidding me, did you see what he did to Deion Sanders when he wanted him to take a leap of faith? Oh my God, I prayed…out loud for the man during that episode. And… what about Tom Arnold? He hiked miles and miles with Bear and all he got to eat was some teeny, tiny raw fish that Bear scooped out of a lake! How about Tamron Hall? Bear made her carry a dead squirrel while she precariously shuddered down a sheer wall. Did I mention I have just a smidge of a fear of heights? Yeah, and I know how much Bear loves his ropes. Um, I’m not really into ropes. Ooooh, by the way, I’m really busy for the next couple of weeks, so sorry I can’t commit.”
At that moment, in the distance there is the thwap thwap thwap of an approaching helicopter. My heart starts racing as I imagine Bear perched on the landing gear, I feel the sweat begin to drip from my forehead. As the sound gets nearer and nearer, I can see in my mind how the events will unfold… Bear will leap off the heli, say a polite “hello Karen,” grab my gear and my hand, then yell to me over the roar of the rotors “don’t look down,” as I throw up on his boots.
That’s it! I’ll have to stand up to Bear, I’ll have to look fear in the face!!!
With a sudden start I sit bolt upright, opening my eyes wide, ready for a face to face with the one and only Bear Grylls. Only to discover…
I’m not in a café at all, I am in my bed, keenly aware of a traffic chopper hovering over my house, near my open bedroom window.
Haha – a dream, that’s all it was.
No Bear, no adventure, no insane fear to deal with. Wow! Do I look forward to my walk in the Park today!
(Mental note…I gotta stop watching that show!)