The wayward path, I tread, tranquil and untroubled. It granted me quiescence that I had not habituated for indulgence. As a sergeant would, I reconnoitered every inch of it. Its majestic vastness had me discombobulated, as if studying an encyclopedic polyglot manuscript.
Alas, my feet are not those inured to arduous walking; they repudiated my goading to further scout my placid vicinity. But the illusion shatters as the ominous sound of approaching feet meets my ears, and I know I am living my final seconds of halcyon freedom. I am but a schlemiel and Fate has once again vetoed me my druthers, as it had in all my born days.
Word count: 110
If any of the vocabulary made it difficult to read, I apologize. I took this as an opportunity to expand my vocabulary and most of the words used above were from Thesaurus.com. However, I’m not sure if they are all appropriately used.