Creative Writing: A Walk In The Woods

As she sat on the floor, Hulga took a minute to think about what had just happened. After a while she came to the realization that she had been tricked and now she has to do something about it. She sat there and tried to formulate a plan of action, and she eventually decided that she would need to find something to help her walk. Now that Hulga knew what she needed to accomplish, it was time for her to put her plan in motion.

Hulga began to crawl around on one leg, nearly blind, trying to find anything that she could use as a makeshift crutch. Unable to find anything of use in the loft, she tried to feel her way back to the ladder. Hulga, quickly finding the top of the ladder, then had to figure out how she would descend it. She was

able to hold herself over the ladder, and, mainly with her upper body, she fumbled down the rungs one at a time and eventually dropped onto the soft ground. Continuing her search for a crutch, Hulga began to prod around in the hay. She had no luck searching in the haystacks—she only managed to prick her finger on a needle. While she was blundering around, Hulga noticed a loose board that was the perfect height. She was able to wiggle it free, and with some straw for padding, she was finally able to walk. With her crutch under her arm and a vague idea of what was in front of her, Hulga set off into the meadows in search of her home.
It was a struggle to walk through the high grass of the meadows with no ailments, so it was near impossible feat to cross meadows on a bad crutch and half blind.

Hulga was often tripping in divots, ascending hills, and scratching her legs in the grass. Unfortunately, after a long trek through the waving grass, Hulga jumped out of the pot and into the fire: the woods. If it was near impossible to get through the meadows in her condition, it was impossible for her to make it through the forest. She was greeted with the same troubles as the meadows and many more. She was kept bumping into trees that looked like they were off to the side or farther ahead, causing her to constantly lose her balance. She wondered through the woods for hours just trying to maintain a sense of her direction. Feeling despaired, she began to struggle with her lack of faith. She thought that she might need the guidance of some higher power to get out of this situation. Hulga decided to say a small, crude prayer, and almost immediately afterwards she heard the loud call of a familiar voice,

“Hulga!”
Back at the house, Mrs.

Hopewell and Mrs. Freeman had needed an extra hand picking the onions, so Mrs. Hopewell had gone inside to look for Hulga. After conducting a thorough search, and finding no sign of Hulga anywhere, Mrs. Hopewell began to worry and informed Mrs. Freeman of her unsuccessful search. They were both baffled for a short while until they recalled seeing Manley walk out of the woods and his crush on Hulga. Nervous and confused, they walked a ways into the woods around the area where they had seen Manley exit. A good ways into the woods they saw something neither of them would’ve have ever believed: Hulga on her knees in

prayer.