The Road

The road came to a T. I stopped at the stop sign. The voice from my phone told me to turn east. I looked in every direction for a clue to help me figure out which way was east. Did the sun help? Could I see mountains in the distance? What about shadows? Would they help? Finally I turned right. When my phone started squawking, “Recalibrating,” I realized I hadn’t picked east at all.

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

7 thoughts on “The Road”

  1. Paul wrote a song for a stranger he met, kept on meeting, on a familiar road. Dancing around each other, wondering what were the chances. The road stretched ahead. Years passed in between encounters.
    Crazy cats. Could have danced a tango together instead of drowning in sadness and loneliness. Separately.

  2. Joe’s Run

    The turn is almost hidden in the trees,
    the sign announcing Joe’s Run Road tilted on a crooked post.
    A hickory tree droops large-leaved branches and drops nuts
    that get ground to powder in the fall by cars and trucks driven
    by those who know how to find this narrow track.
    Sassafras digs its fragrant roots into the roadbank
    painted in the spring with wild phlox, geranium, larkspur, and violets.
    In hidden hollows wild ginger, bloodroot and gingseng mingle
    with mayapple and ground ivy; in some place graveyard vine twines
    its dark green leaves to provide a carpeted background for showier plants.
    Should you meet another vehicle on the road y
    ou will need to find a place to pull off and let them pass.
    Always wave, whether you know the passing driver or not,
    though chances are you will.

  3. The road was long, winding and flanked by a dense forest. The heat for the past three days had been intense, and after a recent downpour a whitish vapor emitted from the greenish canopy giving the scenery an eerie aspect. Ariadne slowed down as she came to a tight curve. She noticed movement on the right side of the curb as a young doe moved on to the grass and started grazing. She stopped the car and lowered the passenger window. The doe stood still raising its ears as if listening to the music wafting from the car radio. It was Bach’s Air on a G String. The animal stared and Ariadne was mesmerized by its majestic beauty. Ariadne released the brakes and the car crawled. The doe remained in place. She stopped the car again and looked back. She saw him once again grazing in complete solitude.

  4. Just celebrated my 55th birthday the other day. Many friends were so sweet and kind to me but recieving a birthday text from my brother whom I rarely hear from was one of the more emotional gifts. I would not consider him a particularly religious person but he said, “I pray you will hear God’s voice 365 days a year. Isaiah 30:21” I looked this verse up. “Whether you turn to the right or the the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you saying, “This is the way; walk in it”. Wow. That is even better than the GPS for sure.

  5. The road was pitch black, narrow, undulating and bordered with dense , unkempt greenery .
    “But it used to be broad. ” she spread her arms to emphasise . “This big .”
    The mother laughed . “that is because you were a baby then . Closer to the road . ”
    Lush , monsoon grass swayed like a well fed crop , from either side . Both smiled . It was a pretty road . With a broken white line running down the centre . Freshly painted . The grass had not been trimmed .though.
    “You remember , you used to catch your school bus from here, and you fell off your bicycle here.”
    “Mama, you are embarrassing me now. How could I possibly remember all that ? I was a baby.” The daughter was sounding irritated at Mom’s excitement .
    Suddenly , the foliage by their side rustled and a huge peacock blundered onto their path . All mauve and green , gold flecks on the curvy neck and swishing tail glinting in the sun .
    Mom and daughter stood still , holding breaths , and hands.
    It described a languorous ,diva style semicircle, before sidling , half-trotting , half running into the foliage on the other side, dragging its beauteous tail behind it . It hadn’t even looked at them .
    The girl squealed and clapped her hands “I love this place Mama.”
    The Mom smiled . It was a good omen , to have seen the peacock.

  6. 2500 ft high in the smokies and our cabin ran out of water. Needed to reach the uti!ity stand in which the water valves were located. We were quick to notice our road to our utility box was blocked by big bales of hay and compost . Our neighbor dumped all this for his garden and then left for a trip blocking our access to the water valve. The remedy was interesting.

  7. It stretched on forever, or at least it seemed like it did. A straight, black strip with only a thin line of yellow “I’s” in it’s center to break the monotony. It could go on forever or it could end just beyond the horizon, but I wouldn’t know because I’d never make it that far. With a wound like this, I wouldn’t get far at all. Well, at least my blood mixes nicely with the yellow on the concrete to produce a very pretty shade of orange.

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