Different Purposes, Similar Dreams

in the ancient town of. . . it was customary of travellers or inhabitants to present two spoons and two forks to either parties.

the one who initiates the rite either asks to help or for help.

with time the travellers had to leave or stay depending on several factors.

if they decide to stay they’re given a spoon. if they decide to leave they’re given a fork.

it’s been a while since anyone was given a fork. many were given a spoon because they found purpose there and stayed.

one day one traveller, they called him nomad, was given a fork. the whole town was sad. they wished they could’ve changed the customs to suit their not wanting to let nomad leave.

with time they got over the pain, the hurt. the sadness.
perhaps, nomad had to go find purpose elsewhere. . .

sometimes we find purpose in the strangest of places.

~A Fork In The Road~

[0935hrs; 15th November, 2014]



  1. November 15, 2014 at 10:39 am

    It made me laugh a little…and smile a lot too. I’m still smiling. Your story is quite creative. Sadly, it was too short…scribere est agere..

    • November 15, 2014 at 10:49 am

      Thanks for reading and for the comment. Glad to know it made you smile as well as laugh. What could be the reason? 🙂

      Well, let’s consider this a sort of prologue to the story. Maybe I might continue writing it – I hope to.

      Yeah, Scribere est agere means ‘To write is to act’.

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