Dusty broken shoes walk unhurriedly across the gravel on the side of the road, on what was a sorry excuse for a pavement. They walk with the ease and casualness of someone who is off on some trivial errand. The frayed, once white, sneakers slow down as they approach the grey pole of a road sign.
Cape Summits 10 ↑
Kaaphoekstad 20 ↑
With a slight shrug of the shoulders, the walker adjusts his backpack on his shoulders. The contents within are not light, but the journey has strengthened him. Before moving on, he looks about at his surroundings, noting the green that surrounds him. The cape has been known for its lush green locations, the same ones that stretch a little into the distance where they fall off over a cliff. Further beyond is the bright blue of the endless ocean, shimmering in the distance. The breeze cools him off considerably, for the sun has been out full force burning the light brown skin to a slightly bronze shade. More than once the idea of shedding his shirt had crossed his mind, wishing to feel the cool breeze against his sweltering skin but he could never bring himself to do it. After a brisk wiping of his forehead, his dark eyes drinking in the ocean view one last time, he turned away from the viewpoint and continued to walk on.
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“At Cape Summits huh?”
“No ways you gonna make it that far…quit now.”
“I can’t quit…not now.”
“Is this person so important to you that you are willing to walk all the way to another province for them?”
“Several provinces actually.”
“What!… how far are you going?”
“Far…very far.”
“You are crazy you know that?”
“Maybe…But I have to. I have to”
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This is an excerpt of a story I’ve been working on inspired, funny enough, by a song by a band called 30 Seconds to Mars. I have an outline for this but now its a matter of the details. The song by 30 Seconds to Mars is called “From Yesterday” and it has the following lyrics:
He’s a stranger to some
And a vision to none
He can never get enough,
Get enough of the one
For a fortune he’d quit
But it’s hard to admit
How it ends and begins.
Now I don’t listen to 30 Seconds to Mars these days but I think the idea behind my inspiration can still be used. Hopefully I’ll be able to post a full version of the final piece. In the mean time, any feedback will be appreciated. Thanks!
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