Welcome to the daily Three Things Challenge.
Use your imagination and creativity using one, two or all three words that may or may not be related. There are no restrictions regarding length, style, or genre, though please keep it family friendly.
Tag your responses with 3TC, #threethingschallenge or TTC, and you can add Di’s logo if you wish.
Looking forward to reading your responses.
Your three words today are:
THICK
DENSE
WIDE
Marie lived for her morning walks in the forest. The fog was so thick and dense it was almost magical; like you’d expect to see sprites fluttering about and elves making their homes in hollow tree trunks. It wouldn’t have surprise her to see a unicorn, even.
And the smell! The forest and its fog smelled earthy-green and fresh, like petrichor. It made her light-headed and just a little high.
She liked to imagine what it would be like to live in such an otherworldly place. Her friends would be the elves and dryads; she’d leave milk and honey out for the sprites and faeries.
And the best part? There would be no people.
Marie was shy introvert who lacked social skills. She did manage to hold down a job as a file clerk, but she had no friends and felt awkward in social situations. Marie just flat-out didn’t like that world. It was noisy, crowded, had social protocols she didn’t understand and couldn’t grasp. The whole thing was a pointless hassle. She wanted this world.
Marie looked at her watch to make sure she wouldn’t be late for work. It had stopped at 6:00am — about the time she began her walk. Oh, well. No one will notice if I’m late, or don’t show up at all. She continued her walk.
She’d never been this deep in the forest before. The trees were closer together and much larger. There was no longer a path to follow. Looking behind, the path she had been on had disappeared. Yet, she was not frightened. She felt as if she were right where she ought to be — as if she finally belonged.
From behind an ancient oak appeared The Green Man, the caretaker of the forest. To Marie he looked familiar, as if she’d known him in another life.
“Spenser.”
“You remembered!” The Green Man smiled a wide smile. “Welcome home, Marie. we’ve been waiting for you.”
aka, The Abject Muse 
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