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Somewhere Road |
| Written by Seshat | |
| Sunday, 09 March 2008 | |
The arrow continued its dazed spin as the long hallway of forest road stretched forever into the mist. The traveler, covered from head to calf in brown rags, stopped her wandering feet to peer out from under her hood. "I don't know." she admitted, more to herself than to the small child that stood in front of her. In fact, the wanderer couldn't remember the last time she so much as glanced at her empty surroundings; away from the hypnotising sway of the arrow. It was easier to keep moving her feet if she concintrated on the arrow and avoided the lack of progress. This made things a bit blurry. Her eyes had trouble focusing but what she finally made out was a little girl no more than eight years old. The girl was dressed rather plainly and had lank hair and dark eyes. But the traveler sheered away from looking directly into them; they made her feel strange, like she should know them. "Are you lost?" was the next inquiry. "I don't think so..." shuffling as the wanderer turns in place, "I think you have to have a destination in order to be lost." The traveler tapped once again on the scratched face of her compass, hoping to coax the drunken arrow to land on a direction. But just as the first time she tried and the next and the next, it contiued its never ending revolutions. "I feel like my feet are moving forward but that the world is revolving backwards." "Why don't you just stop where you are then?" the child with the familiar eyes asks. "It would be easier, I mean, you're already here." "No" said the wanderer, "There has to be something, someplace out there for me; a space where I fit into, fill up, belong." She turned in a circle again and there was no end in sight to the trees or the road. Her compass was broken and her feet were tired. But as she finally looked, full faced at the child in front of her, she recognised the look on the small, homely features. She always thought of herself as a common but stubborn child. "There has to be somewhere because I can't imagine it any other way." She lays her hand on the child's head and smiles. "Don't worry." The dry sound of her foot steps echo off the trees long after the traveler's form dissapears through the mist. And there is only one pair of footprints arranged in a knot that untangles itself and follows the traveler on down the road. Copyright 2008 Seshat |
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