The Great Divide

Follow Brandon and Rae in their emotional rift I’ve chosen to call The Great Divide, the place where waters change course, from flowing east toward the Atlantic and Gulf of Mexico to flowing west toward the Pacific Ocean, and the vast horizon beyond.

I have and will continue to add links at the bottom to the next following post. As this story is a work in progress subscribers will receive emails of updates to pages previously published. Comments are welcome, and I would love to write in ideas from my readers, adding more life to the characters … Now We Begin …

Prologue
Now, it was a long way back, days later and still no idea how to begin again. Still he thought he knew the way out was forward. When he left her standing there he knew there was a certain future waiting – it was written on the contract in his pocket. So at least the ride west gave him a road to concentrate on.

Strange how the places we come to now can just dissolve in the light of day, like the shroud of fog in San Francisco Bay, resisting the morning sun as it climbs through the sky. Still, it was anguish he felt wondering, the simple thought of her made him feel it all again. It was as if there had been centuries of living, as if immortality was the gift he had discovered, and as that fog evaporates in the noon day sun, eternity seemed to go too. He tried not to look in the rear view mirror as he left New York that day, but the sun behind them in his rear view mirror caught his eye, and now that image was a photograph in his mind.

Standing in the road the smell of gasoline drifted past his senses, and brought him back the present, the place where exhausted and wind beaten, he ended the yesterday’s ride. He had parked the bike in the dark, unrolled his sleeping bag, dragged the boots from his feet, letting sleep and fatigue, engulf him. He had fallen into a black night that had no dreams, into a sleep of the dead – just the way he’d felt since the day he left.

So which road west this morning? With his eyes still puffy, and dry from the long dark sleep, he felt himself crawling in to a new day. Where was today’s destination? Starting it all over again – heading toward the future, still searching for the answer to the enigma that was Rae. He was lost – for the first time in his life, he couldn’t find the answer. He couldn’t even find a path toward it, all his scientific methods weren’t working.

Part 2

9 thoughts on “The Great Divide

  1. You grabbed me right into this traveling west story, away from “her”, and now I am bleary-eyed straining to see in the west the next section of this tale!

  2. nice! Starting it all over again – heading toward the future, still searching for the answer to the enigma that was Rae. He was lost – for the first time in his life, he couldn’t find the answer. He couldn’t even find a path toward it, all his methods weren’t working.
    how many people will understand. reminds me of leslie marmon silko’s ceremony.
    storys in the belly.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s