Time to write!
Day 4: Write an excerpt including the line, "Sorry, we can't insure a journey like that."
All my big beautiful plans were ruined. All I'd ever dreamed of. Done. Down the drain. Shattered like so many mirrors thrown on the floor. Not a terribly deep metaphor but I was too upset to think of anything else. Literary devices come second to major life crises.
It had all started when I was seven years old and had first watched Jumanji with my older brother, Bernard.
As I'd grown up the lack of reality pertaining to Jumanji was firmly established, but I began preparations to emulate as Jumanji an experience as possible. The endeavors had actually made me something of an expert in jungles, wild animals, natural disasters, and people with serious disorders which made them want to hunt humans. This did involve some extensive findings on serial killers - not the most pleasant of studies - but I felt that if I wanted to recreate Jumanji I would need to learn about all of the various aspects.
I was twenty-five years old. I was armed with my folders containing the necessary locations I'd need to visit if I wanted to recreate Jumanji. However, I needed help. The travels would be extensive and I needed money.
So there I stood grasping my portfolio. I took a deep breath. I'd just presented my case to the board. I needed this grant. I needed. This. Grant.
"I'm sorry," said the lady with the cat eye glasses, finally. "We can't support a journey like that. And there's no way we can insure it."
She just stared at me as I felt my insides crumple. Who even wore cat eyed glasses anyway anymore? What did she know?
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