My Destiny Finds Me On Its Own Terms
I grabbed a plastic bag. It filled with air as I shook it open.
I knelt beside the box and picked up the blue scoop. Its teeth were clogged.
I dug into the loose litter, freeing clumps from the bottom of the box. I turned my face away and let the strong scent wash past my nose.
I tasted clay on my lips, and wiped it away with my sleeve, feeling my mind harden.
I looked out the window at the forest. There were a lot more paths snaking through the trees than I had noticed before.
My eyes watered from the cloud of dust that filled this tiny room.
I realized at that moment that this was not my destiny—not this small town, this predictable routine, not this comfortable, idyllic suburban life.
I would do whatever it took to break free and find my own way.
Flash Fiction: My Destiny Finds Me On Its Own Terms © 2014 by Shawn Radcliffe
Modeled on Douglas Unger’s Leaving the Land
Photo: Forest Path in Winter (Hepworth, Ontario, Canada), (c) 2011 Shawn Radcliffe