And then.. And then what he said tapping his pencil on his chin. He was almost done with the story, but just couldn’t figure out how to end it. It could’ve been a happy ending? A mysterious ending? Or maybe just a cliffhanger? Well, that’s just a mysterious ending. He looked up at the clock “9:30 already, he said.” “ I better be getting home.”
He packed things and turned out the lights as he exited the office. He started his car and went down the road. “ You know.” He said “ I’ve never went left” . He always went right. That was the shorter way so obviously it would be the way he always went. But something felt different. He wanted to change something up. So he put his turn signal left check both ways and turned. The usual highway on the right side was replaced with a field of colorful wildflowers, a sparkling stream, and a mysterious old cottage tucked away in the trees. Each new discovery sparked his imagination, and he began to see how he could incorporate these elements into his story. As soon as he got home he grabbed his notebook and jotted all the things he saw. It was perfect. As Sam the Stooge came out of the forest he saw the most beautiful sight. A field of colorful wildflowers, a sparkling stream, and a mysterious old cottage tucked away in the trees. After all his adventures he finally found a place to call home. He shared his adventures with the townspeople. About the dragons, the dungeons and the walking, there was a lot of walking. The townspeople loved every second of it and he became a hero in the town. The end. He put down his pen, leaned back and sighed. Would he ever go left? Probably not. Because seeing it the second time wouldn’t be as good as seeing it the first time. Nothing could beat that.
Posted in response to the challenge Long Way.
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"How to End a Story" is this week's featured written piece on vtdigger.org, up now in their Life & Culture section! Everyone can check it out now, here: vtdigger.org/life-culture
"To stand at a fork staring down the road less traveled is to face risk, danger, the terror of the unknown – or is it? Does it not sometimes instead represent something more akin to adventure, a welcome departure from the safety and comfort of the familiar, an open mind to new possibilities? This week’s featured poet, Isaac Jones of Rutland, seeks creative inspiration in an alternate route home, and happily stumbles upon just what he’s looking for."
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