Sunday 3 February 2019

Creative Writing Course (High Wycombe)


The Journey



“Wayfarer, hail ye! What brings you along this path?”
“The journey’s call “
“What does it foretell?”
“A beginning, and God willing, an end “

The traveler blinked as the sun stuttered, falling behind the crest of the whispering mountain.  He turned, paused and speechless.  The wayfarer left a shadow as his departure.   Little by little, the sun waned and he vanished.

The traveller continued along the time-worn course of the river, where ages carved the contours of the valley.  Time sports its victories, its defeats and its unclaimed medals of this barren land.  The traveller cloaked by the encroaching dark depths of day gone, spied a speck of light, a little, by little, beckoning, calling, seducing him onwards, onwards.  To a destination. To where?
 
Is this beginning, or, is this the end?”