She planned a trip for him.
One that involved hiking but no gear... pictures but no camera...and talking with no words.
A trip with unpaved, untraveled, and winding roads.
Where signs read:
"D.T.B.D "
(Destination to be Determined)
He obliged the invitation,
with eager yet subdued thought; to embark on an adventure that had been marinating in blissful innocence; a trip where he sat shotgun, fully loaded (but she held the trigger).
With a signified map at hand, he followed the signs, discovered short cuts, and then discovered it was much better to take the long enthralled scenic route.
They got lost,
as they discovered historical sites, and took mental notes for future private smiles.
As Panaramic snap shots forever stain the glimpses of their mind.
Then the story flips, as HIS trip, becomes HER fall.
As Norah Jones coos on.... "Her Trip, His Fall" by S. Thorne, Stolen Moments; Collection of Short Stories, Moore Black Press 2006
Y'know I would give a lot for someone to want to bounce with me...that would be enuff for me to start a fall of sorts...as long as it's not like Anakin's.
Would be nice to take a trip like that. With my horny toad like aiisss, I'd become impatient and the trip will turn into a train ride...Down the street.
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Y'know I would give a lot for someone to want to bounce with me...that would be enuff for me to start a fall of sorts...as long as it's not like Anakin's.