A Road Travelled

By Wendy Shywalker

The man shuffled his sandalled feet, down the hot dusty road. As his feet gently touched the ground, they barely left a trace. He carried with him, his worldly possessions, a flute and satchel slung over his right shoulder.

As he arrived at a crossroad, he was joined by another traveller, who was weighted by a large bag he carried on his shoulder.

The first bowed ever so slightly, " As it seems you are going my way, I would be fortunate to travel with you--my name is Caine. May I help?" He asked gesturing to the strangers burden.

The second traveller smiled at his new companion," I would be honoured, and thank you for your help, my name is David."

Caine returned the smile as he helped lower the bag. Taking hold of one of the handles the older man smiled, " It is pleasure to meet you David." He said as they continued on their way.

The road disappeared under their feet, the load they carried lightened to an air's touch. In their conversations, they learnt of loves won, they laughed and they cried for each others losses.

As their moment of parting came closer, David saw a new friend. Arriving at the road where they would part, both realising, that in a short time of companionship, a friend had been made--a burden lifted.

As David reshouldered his bag, he watched as his new friend, continued on his way. He realised his life had been enriched, and as the road opened before him he knew he would find many more.