Monday, June 08, 2009
The lining of her shoes...
She spins the thin metal arrow of the broken compass. Wherever it lands, she will go—sure-footed, with her eye focused on the horizon. Tucked in the lining of her shoes are slips of paper with magic words, waiting for those quiet moments along the journey when she needs to stir things up.
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I'm intrigued and want to know more!! Maybe you should use this as the beginning of a short story... I'm just sayin'!
Um, she will most definitely be heading north... As that's the only direction a compass ever points.
Not if the compass is broken... then she could spin it and head whereever it lands. And if you have no direction in mind, then a broken compass is the perfect thing to follow!!
(Or, if it's like Jack Sparrow's compass, it could be leading to treasure!)
it's fiction, therefore more figurative than literal. i hoped to convey a veritable russian roulette of adventure...minus the whole death thing. :)
so let me tweak this for clarification...
and done.
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