Immoveable objects.

She'd presumed that they were just an illustrive device - the nemesis of the unstoppable force. It hadn't occurred to her that, actually, they did exist.

Why they existed in a forest was another matter entirely. It wasn't exactly clear (well, the object was, that was why she couldn't see it) why an immoveable object should want to be in a forest. Was there something about forests that made it such a rich environment, suited to objects that resisted force?

Walking around it didn't seem to be an option - immoveable and apparently large. Impossibly large. It was a little ridiculous.

Turning back wasn't an option either, apparently. It was as if she'd run into -

She couldn't move. The second she'd reached out to it, she had -

Had she become it? Was she now the immoveable object?

Could she still think - yes, thank god, she could still think, and she was still breathing, she was -

Wait. Was she still breathing? How utter was her immoveability? (was that a word? At least she was still creative.)

She didn't change. She didn't move.

There were no unstoppable forces.