Reincarnation? – pamelascanepa

I don’t care if you believe in reincarnation or not. Either way, I was once a seasoned philosopher. People would come from miles and miles to hear me speak.

As public transportation became more popular, I resisted. What use did I have for a horse or chariot? I would walk everywhere I could. The sun would warm my face and the cool breeze would whisper around me, telling of the season. There would be happy children, dogs, or squirrels along my route. I was one with nature.

Now, I live a somewhat different life. Oh, there’s still plenty of time for philosophizing. I put other people at ease. There is obviously purpose in my life, if nothing other than to remind people to lighten up. But I await indoors, always anticipating that one word: Walk. I will lose my composure whenever it is uttered. She seems to understand and doesn’t get after me too much for lounging on her couch or comfy chair. All I long for is to hear those words.

“Want a walk?” She asks, like she doesn’t know the answer. I’ll immediately jump up and down, pawing her legs, begging.

“Do I want a walk? Woman, what do you think? Don’t make me beg!”

The moment we walk out of that door, I am me again, regardless of the leash around my collar.

**Every day there is a new prompt at Rag Tag Community in the form of one word. On RDP Saturday, the prompt is “walk.” This was my response. I hope you have enjoyed it. Check out other posts or the writing instructions at https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/03/09/rdp-saturday-walk/

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Looking back, he remembered. He was six, she was eight. Of course, she’d be older. They’d followed each other around, their families silently watching, neither approving nor disapproving. Everyone needs a friend.

Later, when they met, she was a bracelet laden, long-haired young anthropology major who went by the name of Feather. He was smitten.

He was also subsequently dumped. Their relationship was a whirlwind just like the whirly-gig of their youth.

Years later, at 29, he couldn’t believe it was her in that hospital bed, gray-haired and tired.

“Feather…”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be back.” She smiled.

~96 words

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