The fire simmered down to a low snuffed out by the heavy night breeze, smoke twirling in soft tendrils in the night sky. He watched as the smoke drifted up and danced in the sky, following it with his eyes until it disappeared. Sometimes he wished he could be smoke, one moment he’d be there, and the next... gone. Forgotten. Gone with the breeze. To be picked up by the wind and follow the smoke to ...
We walked along the beaten path, the path everyone walked. The second we stepped on it, everyone else vanished, like they were snuffed out. They all went to the road less travelled by, leaving us alone on the tired path, forgotten....
