Challenge
Challenge of the Week CLXXIII
The Antidote. To what? Anxiety perhaps. Or loneliness. Or some other poison. Write about an antidote. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.
The Cure for What Ails Ya
Deep in the Ecuadorian rainforest, shaded forever from light by a dense canopy formed beneath the ever drip, drip, dripping leaves of a thick and ancient stand of kapok trees, rooted in the rotted, but vitamin rich vegetation that lies atop the mud-slick slime that must do for soil in this fetid place, grows a malodorous, mushroom shaped fungi that if ever swallowed by man will prove to be the cure for all that physically and mentally plagues him in this world... if only he could ever find it, and once found pick the slimy thing from the ground, and once picked be curious enough, brave enough, and hungry enough to put the disgusting thing into his mouth, chew it up, and swallow.
If only ever. Sigh...
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