He wondered why they couldn’t see the big picture. He marvelled that they were void of dreams. He was astonished that they were caged in narrow realms.

“Where is the way?” They asked.
“Miles from where we stand. Through the woods. Over the mountains,” he replied.
“Don’t bother,” they chorused.

Thompson Emate spends his leisure time writing particularly poetry and prose. He has a deep love for nature and the arts. His stories can be seen In Voice.club, Fairfield Scribes, Friday Flash Fiction and Reedsy.com. He lives in Lagos, Nigeria.