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| Missing Mile |
She waited at the
train station, as she had been told to. Hours went by. And she waited. The
manual stated clearly never to change plans at the last minute, to always
comply with what had been set beforehand. She waited, holding the manual on her
lap. Its corners were curled outwards and there was a stain of grease on the
side. As the hours passed, the darn thing became heavier and heavier. It seemed
the words printed in ink had turned into iron and every single letter had
started its own war. Tired of waiting, she decided to flip the cover of the
manual open. Oh, what a disastrous decision! All the words galloped out and
away! In a matter seconds, she was left with nothing but a stack of white
pages. What now? Should she wait and… obey the manual? Or should she simply
take off? Agitated, she was pondering what to do when a train rode by slowly.
On its side, there was a word, one single word, “GO”. She stood up, looked at
the trail of words fighting away in the horizon and walked in the opposite
direction.
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