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The path curved gently over the wood bridge and beyond, disappearing into the grasslands beyond. Where did this lead, she wondered? And why did she feel such a strong pull to follow wherever it might go? She had work to do. A house to clean, dinner to make, laundry, tub, toilet and kitchen. The cat poddys needed to be changed; badly. The puppy peed on the carpet in the living room. Again.
Yet, the road goes ever on and on,’ making her think of the favorite book from her childhood.
“The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can…”
When her father, back in those long ago, dimmed, days, read the story to her at night, the words had carried her away to a world which she never would have been able to imagine. A world of elves and trolls and magic rings. A world where right was right and wrong was wrong and the decisions one made could change the entire world.
Once she’d thought her choices might change her world, but she’d been wrong. Nothing could, or would, ever change her world.
She stepped onto the bridge, feeling as if she stood on the edge of Middlearth or, maybe, Narnia. The edge of some exciting new world that might, just might, unearth the changes she longed to find.
Did she dare take another step?
Or even another?
The grass was so green. So inviting. Sparkling with mystery and the magic of a world she had never known. There was a flash of white, a flash of maybe the flank of an animal, a horse perhaps, then it was gone, vanished beyond the bend of the trail.
Without thinking, she began to run.