The Untitled Story

The Untitled Story

So very ironic it was that it rained that day. As he walked he couldn't imagine a more suiting atmosphere than the one he had been awarded with that morning. One lone ship waited at the harbour that day and very few people were going to travel on it. Accompanied by a lone suitcase, he was headed to Europe. Funny really, he had no intentions of visiting Europe, it was merely one stop in a long journey that had one great significance. The destination he was seeking didn't exist. So where does one go to find this place? He figured Europe. All he found was one more place he didn't want to be.
As the years rolled by, he finally started to realize that there was no end in sight to his misery. He sat down and leaned forward. As he looked down at his hands, the wrinkles appeared to have multiplied. After all, he was now seventy four and still hadn't found what he was looking for. That night he laid his head down to sleep and never woke up. For the rest of eternity the world would wonder what he was looking for.

Winter 2003
Jamie deRooy