Beaten Path in the Mist

Ben loves to work out. Preferably with a good hike in the morning through the woods. Without the stinking city smells.

Partly visible, his usual beaten path, vanishes in the morning mist. To the side the stems of the beeches peek through the mist. Leaves rustle in the wind high above Ben.

One day he would find out more about the other paths in this forest. But not today. Today his thoughts are already at work.

A short story about a man of habits. Habits turned upside down by fairy Arilia, punishing Ben.