Curled within, buried beneath, I lie in wait. Uncertain when my time will come, instinctively knowing it will. Under the mounds of dirt that cover me, I remain dormant. But the age-old drumbeat of life throbs within, searching for an opportune moment.
Then – a tiny prickle, a crack, a sliver of light. Suddenly my world is drowned in water. Slowly I unfurl myself – stretching, feeling, climbing – one arm reaching upwards through the soil, a tendril curling towards a golden orb. As I leave my earthen womb, I exhale. The wait is over, the search complete. My life begins now.
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This piece was shortlisted recently in a micro-fiction competition requiring a 100 word article on the theme of ‘Searching’.
