for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt where the given word is Nomad and the word limit 68.
Damon always fancied being a nomad.
‘I’m going to work my way through a guide book, from the back page to the front one’ he told me.
‘Why?’ I asked, ‘that’s mad’.
‘No, it’s not’ he replied. ‘Anyway, there’s no going back now’.
Yesterday he stood on the edge of a ravine facing the wrong way. Unfortunately, he stepped backwards, so Damon the Nomad’s a nomad no more.