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From todays prompt:

I cannot see the wood for the trees, the darkness of this forest devours me. I drop my torch: out of energy, no replacement battery and no solar-power. In days of old, I might have cranked its (now broken) handle and had light in just a dynamo. Now, as I scrabble around on the floor feeling my way through dank roots, dead twigs, sharp pebbles – entirely grateful it is cold so insect-free – I contemplate how, with a little imagination, I could have made this journey more stunning…

[I might be able to use this in a longer story I’m writing at the moment… and I definitely used three of the fiv eprompt words for this one, and left out menu, already used in error on my previous post…]