Thursday, February 11, 2010

The End of the Road

Travis sat on the edge of the dock, feet dangling over the side, he couldn’t remember how many times he had come here, thinking about his life, for this was his sacred spot.

Avoiding what was really on his mind he recalled memories of when he had come to this place in the past: from the day he became man of the house because his father went to prison for a hit-and-run while drinking to bringing the love of his life, Erika, to sit on the edge where he proposed to her- finding out it wasn’t meant to be when she died of a brain aneurism a few weeks later.

His heart reminded him now why he was here. Never married and childless, yet, Travis knew he had lived a good life; he wasn’t sure if the surgery was worth having done or if he was ready to meet his maker. As he caught a glimpse of the sun moving from behind the clouds reflected in the water, Travis made his decision. His last thought was, Just when you think you’ve come to the end of the road, you discover that you can walk on water.


  1. Nice piece again Nicole. A lot of story in only a few words. Well done.

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