Story-A-Day #46: Roads Untaken

ROADS UNTAKEN

His suitcase clung to the snowy lane, the tiny wheels clearly not designed for winter wandering.

He had been headed home on the bus but an overturned tractor trailer had created a detour and the bus had become stuck in the country road.

They were informed that another bus was coming, but that was hours ago and he had grown tired of waiting. Now here he was, dragging his Samsonite luggage through the snowy back country lane. He figured it wouldn't be long until he found a place to hide out for the night.

He had eventually come to a fork in the road and after a moment's debate, had taken the fork to the left. It had wound through the snowy countryside, and then through a small cemetery, and finally to a small motel.

He stepped into the office and requested room 15, because it was his favorite number. The gruff old man slid him the key to the room on a big yellow plastic diamond shaped key chain.

He thanked the man, breathed into his frozen hands, and darted across the parking lot to his room.

The door swung open with a small squeak and he tossed his luggage next to the bed. He stripped out his clothes and had a quick shower to warm himself up, then stepped back out into the room where a slender young woman now waited.

"You found me," he said.

"I've been here all along. I wasn't sure you would make it."

"It was just a small detour, all part of the plan. Thanks for coming."

They fell into a warm, comfortable embrace.

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