Stories tagged “walking”
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One Last Step in Your Direction
My steps slow. One last step in your direction. One last smile. One last tear rolls. One last look at you. One last thought that things could have worked. One last thought of regret. One last wish on the impossiblity. I turn my feet. One last hearing o...
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The People Do
I’m never going to forget you walking alone on that dirt road, with a backpack far too large for your young size. You moved to let our car go by, of which I was sitting on top of, bouncing along bruising my butt because of the metal frame. It was...
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The Dog Walker
I’m a dog walker. All kinds, big and small, I take dogs for a walk and let them socialize with other dogs. Normally I don’t listen in to their conversations, but lately they have been getting weird. There’s been talk about why they ha...
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White Ocean
He passes the silhouettes, himself knee-deep in snow. They are a mess of arms and spaces shooting through the curtain and the glass. When he crosses the street, he sees two bundled figures arm in arm and hears the laughter spurting through their cotton...
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Man vs Nature
The grass was soft under my back. A verdant mattress that cushioned my sore body. My pack lay abandoned a few feet away, balanced neatly against the stone pyramid that marked the summit of the peak, next to my boots. I crossed my arms behind my head, c...
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One Month Later
“You think we should maybe take off?” Mischa asked as Ben closed the door behind him. Mischa sat on the stone steps, her sun dress blowing in the warm breeze. “I’ve never seen them blow up like this before.” Ben sat down c...
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Three Months Later
“It’s over,” Mischa said. She and Ben were walking down the beach as the moon was rising over head. “Yeah, Adam said the same thing,” Ben replied. Ben could feel the gold promise ring on Mischa’s finger as he held he...
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Walking Scruffy (Part One)
Funny the way it is, how we are all liars. We constantly walk and pass by acquaintances. They always ask us how we are, but they might as well just shove the word down our throats. “Good,” I say. Just like everyone else. Lying—it’s the on...
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Walking Scruffy (Part Two)
Sadly for him, I am still alive, feeling each drop of condensation on my face. My head gently moves upward in order to avoid the wet impact, but my eyes almost inevitably begin to wander. “Amy” is walking hand-in-hand with her new boyfriend. I try ...
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slow motion days
Zooey rummaged through the piles of clothing strewn over her floor, periodically doing ‘sniff-checks’ to determine the cleanliness of each item. She settled on a worn in black tshirt that hadn’t been washed in the past century, but ha...
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the note
Zooey skipped along towards the subway station, letting her bag swing freely beside her. The platform was desolate, and she took the opportunity to watch a janitor slowly move a mop from side to side. She boarded the next train, and snuggled herself in...
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A baker with blonde hair
Like some tattered and desperate rebel flag, his dirty, just past the shoulders hair flapped in the wind as he trudged, marking an outpost of character. His equally dirty boots scraped against the road as he walked, the beat of a tired but hopeful patr...
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Beneath my feet
The rain had stopped at last, it had formed puddles down the centre of the pathway that were almost enough to make a small stream if joined together, but I was in sturdy boots. Besides, it was worth it to avoid the busy pavement down the main road so I...
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A journey of 58 miles begins with a single step
I walked out past the ship, heading eastwards. Lucas and I were nestled in a low, shallow valley. Ahead of me, I could see long grass swaying in the wind, tree leaves quiverring gently and a glistening silver river wind side to side like a snake before...
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She's Fresh!
Hold on. I’m getting ahead of myself—which is ironic because I’m really inside of my own head right now. “Would you like to get a coff somewhere?” Oh god, why did I shorten coffee, that sounds so stupid, coff, coff, do you need a coff drop du...
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Possible Somnambulism or Worse
Much to his surprise, Theodore awoke several miles from his house. A sunrise to rival any motel art rested over suburbia welcoming him to consciousness. As he became aware that he was walking, the motion ceased, leaving him on the corner of Douglas and...
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The Making of a Musical Genius
All you could hear was flipping through paper. It sounded like the shuffle of a casino deck of cards. His eyes never wandered from this magical thing. He laughed. Sitting quietly on a bed for hours. Nothing but wonder in his eyes. As his senses heighte...