Thanks Mike Vor the photo prompt
Is the way going away or approaching towards me?
Is this the beginning of an end or an end of the beginning?
Does this road lead to the Heaven or a journey to Hell? Who will guide my shadow?
This walkway doesn't seem to be paved with petals , do scorpions lurk in the crevices?
The wooden planks must the ghosts of the tree bark. Will they haunt my mind?
Do the twists of the pathway portend a catastrophe? I know not.
The bard stood transfixed and ruminated. The wind whispered nothing . The sun-rays added more cacophony to his muddled grey cells.
A multicolored ball bounced breaking the silence. Thou are blocking the path. Make way , said the cherubic cheeks and ran with gay abandon.
Didn't the questions arise in his little mind?, racked the poetic mind or has he his answers?
Nay, Let me not cogitate. He strode the path to reach the other end.
Sunday Photo Fiction