The TravelerA Story by benHeading her way
bearing gifts, the thought strikes of Lilly having devoured every chunk of
savoring meat that has him letting go an internal laugh to such a ridiculous idea
that leads to getting serious in thinking if she did, then so be it. It’s not like
he hadn’t eaten today. Fact is, he had breakfast, and then lunch at that vegan café
whose soup was delicious as was the homemade bread. Concerned, and though
understanding her having issues, doing what he can in giving Lilly a chance in
making it though not just the approaching rainy days, but the cold months as
well, taking over the moment is reaching the rock formation piled on the lip of
the cement barrier. Knowing this is his stop, jumps off the road. The scent of wood
smoke acts as his guide and being noisy in his approach, yells out, “It’s me.” Up on her feet and
after seeing all that he has carried, she says, “That’s dead people’s stuff. Why
did you bring it here?” She is not going to use any of it, registers like a
brick to the face that has him relaxing his grip to where what carried, slips
from his fingers. The last to go is what is slung around his shoulder and after
hearing the clunk of the tackle box, what comes is a waste of time in doing
what he can in giving a leg up when Izzo’s words strike a chord in him. © 2023 ben |
Stats
87 Views
Added on April 3, 2023 Last Updated on April 3, 2023 Author |