The Traveler

Passing clouds din the sunlight which casts a bit of clarity as he walks towards the two’s camp which is not much more than two chairs separated by a card table. “Ticket, please!” he thinks as he walks on by before coming to a rest. Within earshot of the public jubilation of celebrating their seasonal fair going on, he looks elsewhere until he spots a road. As maintained as it is, what springs forth is always having a table that folds into the elite hanging out all the while talking about the good times as if the world has never moved on. Sickened by such a thought, finds himself drawing away in retracing his steps to where he takes in the two sprawled bodies being nothing more but gatekeepers with a side hustle.

Left to it, and trying his best not to sound mean, says, “Whoever is inside, cover your eyes.” Letting his anger flow, two strikes is all that it takes and with the top of the cage in a position to fall to the side, he lets go.

Inside, is a kid holding onto a rooster that is scared to look up. He understands, and stepping aside, thinks about what he is getting into.