WARNING: PLEASE READ PART ONE FIRST
As the sun rose to the sky radiating its brilliance on the
vast land, the man spotted a narrow path on the side of the road. Tired, hungry and confused, he chose to take
the dirt path. Within a mile, hidden
behind an aged oak, he found a humble farmhouse. Climbing up to its porch he knocked on the
door, but received no response. Peeking
through the dusty windows he saw dishes in the kitchen sink, a jug of milk on
the table and a chair pushed back. He walked
to the sides and back of the house, past the cackling chicken coop, following
the stench of a pig sty, stepping into something wet and soppy where he was
surprised to hear a profanity escape his lips.
Before he could figure out how to get the stinky slush off
his shoe, a dog bark reached his ears.
He looked up towards the sound and saw a big, hairy mutt come his
way. Unsure whether to run or hide, he
stood frozen in his mucky shoes. The dog
stopped in front of him and proceeded to sniff him up and down, his long,
matted hair covering his eyes completely while his tail sat limp, unsure
whether to wag or rise up in assault mode.
A woman soon appeared carrying a basket on her arm. Her dark blond hair was tightly pulled back
into a bun showing off her wide, stern forehead. He noticed an ample bosom hidden under a
homemade dress with tiny white flowers and something dark that he wasn’t sure
if it was a design or dirt. At first,
she stepped forward with caution and then a wide smile lit up her round face
like the moon.
For a moment they stood staring until the dog began to bark
again. He looked down at the creature
and then at her, slowly taking a step back.
He began with apologies, rambling about hunger and fatigue, the long
road and the narrow path, darkness and light, fuzziness and clarity until
finally he blurted, “I don’t know who I am.”
To be continued….
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