To Advance

This week’s feeblish attempt at Friday Fictioneers 100-word stories…

It was never difficult to see the way, it’s the getting there that problems.  The paths unique to our movements.  We tend to think it’s the setting out – that getting going  presents the obstacle – but we’re always going somewhere.  The millions of streets and alleys, those are what throw us, what keep us from the end.  How do we know, in constant diversion?  Oh I see a way, but not the destination.  I’ll move as I see fit.  As will you.

Consider, then choose.  But always keep moving.  There’s no other way.  Keep your eye on the opening.

N Filbert 2012

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25 thoughts on “To Advance

  1. Choosing the right way (which isn’t always obvious); an object at rest tends to stay at rest, while an object at motion tends to stay in motion. To me, this piece conveys a sense of hopelessness or loneliness, as everyone is evidently on there own going who knows where.

    “It was never difficult to see the way, it’s the getting there that problems.” I think you want to say “It is never” since the rest of your piece isn’t in the past tense. I’m also wondering whether you want to say “it’s the getting there that’s the problem” or if you’re using “problems” as a verb.

  2. N Filbert

    problems as a verb…and i always like mixing up tenses as a way of working around a present – always a convergence or conflation of pasts and anticipated futures. Thanks so for your comments and careful reading…

  3. OK, I like the use of “problems” as a verb. I think it’s unique and works well. Just wanted to check. All in all, you kept everything very fluid and unsettled, which I think is what you intended.

  4. I really like this. And how can we choose when there are millions of streets and alleyways? Then when we do finally make a choice, it only leads to more choices.

  5. N Filbert

    yes, i liked yours, but do not see a place on the site where i can note that. Thank you for your comments and for reading mine!

  6. I found myself thinking of the rock in the stream, watching patiently as the world sweeps by. This was a great meditation on movement and stillness. lovely work.

    Aloha,

    Doug

"A word is a bridge thrown between myself and an other - a territory shared by both" - M. Bakhtin

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