Sign of the Times-331Image by Christine Renney

The notion that I might be elsewhere and driving on another road seems improbable. That I have driven my way to the motorway feels almost fated, which is ridiculous of course, because I don’t believe in Fate or at least I didn’t but every step I have taken today seems pre-ordained. I’ve been pushed and pulled and now I am here.
I wonder could I stay, just keep driving, and make use of the services? If I had money enough for fuel and the upkeep of the car then yes, I could. I wouldn’t need to stray from this limitless stretch of road. I could simply continue on it, pushing forward and yet heading for Nowhere but always at the edge of Somewhere.
But I don’t have the resources and I can’t replenish the tank. Twisting in my seat as I drive, I check my pockets but I know already that they are empty. I reach across and open the glove box, it is full of CDs. I take them out, along with the documents for the car and place them on the passenger seat. And I delve in but there is nothing, not even a few coins, and even if there were it wouldn’t be enough.
All I have are the CDs and a road atlas in the back and of course the car. I glance down at the documents and there it is, the currency I need. This car is almost new and it is big and shiny and top of the range and I can easily exchange it with a fellow driver for one that is older and smaller. As long as it is sturdy and reliable, and the owner can conjure up some cash, a few thousand, two, three, possibly even four. Brokering a deal like this shouldn’t be difficult and I spot a sign for the services and I pull of and onto the slip road.


10 thoughts on “GHOST LETTER 16

  1. field of thorns December 20, 2014 / 5:51 pm

    Mark, I really enjoyed this! Especially liked the idea presented here, “pushing forward and yet heading for Nowhere but always at the edge of Somewhere”.


    • markrenney1 December 21, 2014 / 5:27 pm

      Thanks Pepper – Christine picked out the same line and probably for the same reasons as you. Regards Mark.

  2. Henry Chamberlain December 23, 2014 / 4:13 am

    a traveler running on fumes hoping he can stay out on the road just a bit longer and then an unusual stroke of luck. I think I’ve had that dream before.

    • markrenney1 December 23, 2014 / 6:51 pm

      Thanks for the visit and comment – glad to have your site to graze and appreciate. Regards Mark.

  3. totsymae1011 December 24, 2014 / 1:16 am

    Why are you on the road and won’t turn around? Well, long as you’ve got some good CDs, you can keep right on going.

    • markrenney1 December 24, 2014 / 11:51 am

      Indeed, why is he on the road and won’t turn around?

  4. Carl D'Agostino December 29, 2014 / 1:37 pm

    Always trying to get somewhere and once there it becomes the new somewhere from which to leave. Oh, they say the essence is in the travel not the destination but yet we yearn for a place, a special place that does not have to be defined as the end of the line.

    • markrenney1 December 29, 2014 / 5:42 pm

      I suppose Life is the journey, Carl, and to reach that end destination and not be able to leave – well, that is true finality. Thank you for giving your time to reading and commenting. Much appreciated.

    • markrenney1 January 27, 2015 / 5:57 pm

      No I’m still here Carl but thanks for letting me know.

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