“If you don’t get up, you’ll never get up again,” I thought.
It was like Mercury kicking Aeneas’s butt to get back on the trail to Italy, to found what would eventually become Rome. Unlike Ulysses, Aeneas didn’t lose all his men on the way home. And neither would I.
I wrote this in response to a vignette prompt for “trail,” and I’m kinda proud of it. It hit exactly 50 words. I’ve even got ideas for where this might go.