Long Walks, Usually in the Dark.

I heard a story where someone was smoldering in a foul mood, unrecognized by everyone and then was gone. Where did he go? Did he leave - no the car is still here. He wouldn't have walked home - it is too far. The story ends with him waiting in his apartment lobby, after a 4 mile walk, he did not have his keys! I wonder which mile that dawned on him?

It put me in mind of the time, jilted, I walked home from Thirstys Bar in Cavendish. I was a younger, fitter man, it was 1988 I thnk. Around New London, by the dump, a mangy dog began trailing me. It's nails tic-a-tac sounding on the asphalt, I did my dog growl (deep-voice) 'Go'on ya! Get Out of Heeere! Arggh!" . He backed off a bit. I picked up a stick. Then a rare car, it was 3am by now, slowed. Where are ya goin'? Wha? Do you want a lift as far as Cavendish Farms? Ya.

Then I walked to Hillcrest in Summerside from there. Blisters, hangover, sleep, calm.