We climb stairs, seemingly on a path to nowhere. Steep are they that we climb. Breathlessly, we continue, unaware of our fate, which is determined by another. Now before us is a darkened tunnel without light. Despite the darkness, we roam into nowhere, hoping that someone is watching over us. Suddenly, light returns; a ramp up ahead leads into a suspended clear egg-shaped room. The six of us can’t imagine what has brought us here. Shaken, we admire the picturesque mountain view. The sea blue powder puff skyline doesn’t lessen our fear as we notice that we are held only by a wire wrapped around an old tree, seemingly holding on to its own dear life. We now realize we are just hanging out in no man’s land until we have no idea. We don’t know which fear is greater, the small, clear, egg-shaped room or the darkened tunnel we dared enter to end up here. Until then, we are lingering here to work out our fears or wait until someone braver than we come to rescue us.

Hanging Out In No Mans Land©

Written by Felina Silver

Copyright© September 18, 2023