The map promised a shortcut through the ridge.
But the wooden post stood splintered and bare,
The warning sign long swallowed by the brush.
I followed the tire tracks into the limestone mouth,
Where the headlights died against a wall of damp stone,
And the humming engine finally fell silent.
Jaideep this is so ominous!! Makes me wonder if that was the end… or just the beginning of an adventure!!
Thanks.
That is one frightening cherita, Jaideep!
Yeah! Perhaps.
Ominous and claustrophobic. Nice write 👏
Thanks!
Jaideep, I really like this—the restraint makes it feel natural, and the ending lands without trying too hard.
~David
Thanks, David 🤗
*hug*
hi, Jaideep❣️
Sorry for the delayed message (my life has been very hectic of late), but this week’s W3, hosted by our beloved Marion, is live until tomorrow. Here’s the URL:
https://skepticskaddish.com/2026/01/21/w3-prompt-195-weave-written-weekly/
Much love,
David
hi, Jaideep❣️
Just wanna let you know that our new W3, hosted by our beloved Svenja, is live until tomorrow:
https://skepticskaddish.com/2026/01/28/w3-prompt-196-weave-written-weekly/
I’m sorry for the delayed note – I’ve started a new job and my schedule is all over the place.
~David
Thank you, David 🤗. Take care.
🤗
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