Just warming up for a new story. This one's going to be about a drifter. Here's my 81-worder to get the wheels turning.
Life was the road, stretched out in front of him. On a clear day he could see miles, years ahead. Only mystery lay beyond the horizon.
One day, it wasn’t enough. The road, once bursting with possibility became desolate, empty. The horizon’s promise of newness and adventure a lie. All each day brought was more.
Leaving the road, planting roots, required courage. Building a life, not running from it, would need him to be a man.
So, it was the road.