Stepping StonesA Story by Kelley QuinnA short story
It is catching up to me, those footsteps. My breath heightens and my eyes strain to focus on the present and beyond. I quicken my pace but so do the footsteps: running, running, sprinting. I strive to remember what I’ve learned: Dad’s voice echoes: “In the real world…you’re going to have to make goals for yourself. For simple sanity, achieve that goal, wholeheartedly.” There is no moon tonight. I plunge into my own perseverance to achieve and to accomplish. I must find my own way now and there is no moon tonight. The vines of my thoughts wrap around me, pulling me to the past, but I refuse to accept. “How do you do it, Dad?” The road continues to twist and turn. “How do I do what?” he asks. I look out into the future and ponder for a minute: “How do you keep running when all you want to do is give up?” I look ahead: the road begins to straighten out. He takes his eyes off the road to glance my way and say to me: “Sometimes, you’re going to feel like you have to give up, but I want you to tell yourself one thing: Take just five more steps.” My stride lengthens to breach the darkness as the branches begin to thin. My legs, numb and streaked with pain, push forward and I want to stop, to give up. I breathe and take just five more steps. As my past follows behind me, I step into my future. © 2014 Kelley QuinnFeatured Review
Reviews
|
StatsAuthor
|