At The Crossroads

[justasaleswoman]

When two roads diverge, in a yellow wood or else where, you can take the one less traveled by, the high road or the low road, whatever path you choose, and it may make all the difference, and you may get to Scotland first, or wherever it is you're trying to get.

But then, there's a funny thing about roads.

From dirt tracks to interstates, all roads lead one of two places.

Another road . . . or a dead end.

So when that road you took leads you to another road, and those two roads come together at neat right angles, or close enough . . .

Well, then you have another choice to make.

Another road . . . or a dead end?

Then again, maybe you're already at the dead end.

An empty intersection in an empty landscape, just waiting.

This is a crossroads.

Where pacts are made.

Comments

[hopeitsworthit]

"I'll bring the puppy chow," he bites out, slamming the car door and shooting the Impala into reverse.

Those tracks are gonna be laid in the earth for a long while.

[justasaleswoman]

They might still be there when he gets laid in the earth, even.

Verity stands and watches, red eyes on red lights, until she can't see even the tail lights of the black car speeding into the night toward the dead end he just chose.

And then, once again, the crossroads is silent and empty and waiting.