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A long and winding path appeared before her, while she walked barefoot along the soft sandy trail, there was the sound of a mocking bird chirping loudly in the woods to her side. The path wondered through the woods and soon opened up into an open field covered in flowers. She stopped for a second and gazed across the field taking in the sweet smell of the flowers. The world was perfect for that moment and Marci could feel a peace drifting across her soul as she continued following the path. Soon the path brought her to a small stream with crystal clear water flowing over stones. The sounds of the stream as it careened over the rocks had a soothing affect as she stood at the edge of the water. She put one foot and then the other into the water, slowly walking into the stream letting the water wash over her feet. In mid-stream she stopped. She could feel the water as it forced its way past her ankles on its way downstream. It felt good and she wanted to stand there forever, but she seemed to be driven to follow the path to wherever it lead. Reluctantly, she walked out of the stream and continued down the path. It felt so good to be walking along the path, the stream, the birds chirping, the flowers that lined the trail made the walk enjoyable. After walking for a while she found herself at the top of a small rise in the path. In front of her she could see a fork in road. As she neared the fork she realized she would have to choose one of the two trails that split from the path. She stooped at the apex of the fork and looked down both sides as far as she could see. Both directions appeared the same as the path she had been following. Neither seemed to be any worse or better than the one she had been walking. She waited as long as she could to decide which fork to take, but found herself being compelled to continue along the path ahead of her. Hesitantly she stepped forward and made her choice. A knock on her bedroom door startled her awake from her dream. “Breakfast is ready,” she heard her say through the door. Marci dressed quickly and made her way downstairs. As she walked by Isaiah, Jr.’s room she looked in to see if he was still in bed. To her surprise he was gone. Winding Roads …by Byron Spires Downstairs she expected to see him in the kitchen and was disappointed that he was not there. “Where is Isaiah, Jr.?” she asked. “Oh, he is with Frank, they went down to the pond to do some fishing this morning. That has become their Saturday morning tradition,” she told her. Cora Mae sat a plate in front of Marci filled with ham and eggs and a huge biscuit. After eating her breakfast Marci told Cora Mae she was going to walk down to the pond and see Isaiah, Jr. “Okay just be careful, there are a few snakes down there this time of year,” Cora Mae told her. The walk to the pond carried Marci by the barn and down the hill to the creek where she and Isaiah, Sr. often sat on the grassy knoll watching the creek. Marci stopped on the hill and looked for Frank and Isaiah, Jr. She could see them sitting on an outcropping of rocks that bordered the pond. They were fishing with cane poles and she watched as Isaiah, Jr. caught a fish. Frank helped him land the fish and she could hear his laughter as he held the fish up for Frank to see. Marci walked down the hill toward them and could hear Isaiah, Jr. laughing. They did not notice her as she approached and a few yards away she stopped again to watch as Isaiah, Jr. caught another fish. What she saw next surprised her. Frank who always seemed to be such a quiet and solemn person was laughing out loud, something she did not expect from him. She took a few more steps and spoke. “Looks like you two are having a lot of fun,” She said, expecting an immediate response from them. Isaiah, Jr. was in the process of catching another fish when Marci spoke and turned to look in her direction for second. He brought the fish to the bank and Frank helped him take it off the hook. Throwing it in the bucket filled with the other fish they had caught without any other reaction to Marci. “Hi,” Frank finally said and went back to fishing. Marci was devastated at Isaiah, Jr.’s reaction at her and disappointed he barely recognized her presence. She found a place on the rocks and sat down where she could at least watch her son as he fished. Marci had no idea at the time, but this would be the start of one of the longest days of her life. You can contact Byron Spires via e- mail at windingroads@netzero.com
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