The Line

 The beauty of the scenery passing by never ceased to amaze him. Mile after mile,country after country and the feeling was still the same. Awe. At everything,at anything. Each place unknown at first,waiting to be conquered,felt,memorised and finally internalised. A place now known. Next place,next challenge ahead.

 Three years,five months,ten days. That's how long it's been since he closed the door behind him,got in his small car and drove away,leaving his farm and everyone he once knew along with it. Alone. It was him and the vastness of the world ahead of him. Only ahead. Him and his small car. To the next country. It's been twenty-nine so far.

 And now Norway. He kept his eyes on the road,making sure to follow the line,keep focused. It was difficult not to let his gaze astide,not admire the fjords unfolding in front of him. It took but a split second and BANG! The screeching of the brakes,the agony,running out of the car.

 A dog lay in front of him,apparently hurt but still breathing,thankfully. Next thing he knew the dog was breathing heavily next to him on the passenger seat,with its shiny brown fur and playful eyes. It needed him to take care of it. And that was what he was going to do.

 Later,as the sun went down.with the dog's breath finally stabilised,he found himself enjoying the idea of having company in the car. Maybe,come to think of it,he needed the dog more than the dog needed him.

                                                                                            Written by Ms Paragon