With the right choice of words and structure, even the most everyday of tasks can become an exciting narrative. With a simple change in how things are described can give a new perspective on even the most tedious of chores. Shedding a new light on how things are seen can add a degree of excitement to something almost everyone has done at one point or another in their lives.
Once again I am forced to walk away from the warmth and comfort of my home. I travel down the well-worn path with my large beast at my side. A beast whose muscles were barely covered by a thick coat of fur. A beast that could tear a throat out with his powerful jaws or slumber peacefully curled up next to his owner. It all depended on his mood at the time.
Our travels at this time necessitated by the need to answer the primal Call Of Nature. The instinct was too much for my simple abode to contain. These periodic sojourns into the wilds were necessary and important for the both of us.
As we make our way past trees and small fields of grass and flowers, unseen eyes spot us passing by. Peering out from the darkness, they watch us until we are no longer in their field of vision. The beast at my side and I are both dismissed from their thoughts almost as quickly as we disappear from their sight. The shadowed beings then return to their combat on war-torn battlefields, cutting and singeing of flesh for consumption, or whatever tasks they were undertaking before my passing.
The instincts of the beast have not reached a high enough point that he would strain against the narrow tether connecting us. This allows me to control our direction as other paths and routes splinter off our desired path. I maintain this control until we reach a field larger than the others we passed. At one end of the field the yells and screams of children of various ages could be heard. At the other end was our destination, a small cluster of trees where the beast could perform his naturally demanded activities in privacy. As he did so I looked across to the children and smiled as some contorted themselves around large pieces of equipment while others squealed as they were chased from one discreet hiding place to another. While all looked innocent at the moment, I knew many injuries had been suffered and much blood had been spilled at this place over the generations.
The beast unleashed a growling sound to inform me that he had finished what he came to do. We carefully returned to the peace and safety of my home along the same path which took us away. This time I nodded to acknowledge some of those hiding in the shadows that observed me. Others I passed unaware of their presence. Once we returned and safely entered my home, I began to perform a few tasks to satisfy my own instinctual needs.
Who knew walking the dog to the local park could sound so interesting? Is there a chore or task you have ever thought of differently in order to make it less tedious?
