Lincoln Rhodes (the_long_road) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-12-04 17:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | highways |
Who: Highways
What: Narrative thing.
Where: 90 West Bound
When: Early Friday Morning
Warnings: Nada
He was not young, nor was he old. The middle didn’t make sense and if Highways thought anyone would understand he would describe himself as outside, in between and all around. Age was just a number after all. One that he didn’t have a particular use for.
Stepping onto the paved road felt like coming home. He was complete here, on the winding way that played no small part in every day life. It was tempting to let his conscious slip to let the greater part of him wander along this modern maze like he usually did. Lost was a word Highways knew well, it was not one that he felt.
Lincoln was never lost. He was indecisive and sometimes he felt that was worse.
King Koopa had made him happy. Confusing as it was to care for another living thing he had grown fond of the turtle. Lincoln knew that eventually his nature would get in the way, that his pet would end up paying for him being him. What he hadn’t expected was for it to hurt.
And that brought him here. To the highway, to himself.
“One direction. One way to go.”
It was going to be a long walk.