of impractical footwear and inevitabilities 

He started walking on a Tuesday.

It wasn’t snowing when he left but the flakes began to fall within hours of his departure, as he knew they would.

His shiny leather shoes were not well-suited for the weather, but that did not deter him.

He kept a steady pace as his shoes slowly lost their shine, and his toes grew colder.

He never looked back. Not once did he turn to see the line of footprints that marked his progress, though they never lasted long.

Trails left in snow are difficult to follow.

But that didn’t matter.

He knew it would catch up with him eventually.

It always did.

About flax-golden tales
. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.

Categories: flax-golden


brianne · March 2, 2012 at 10:26 am

Ooooh. Shiver down my back.

    Shannon · March 2, 2012 at 10:41 pm

    Agreed. Completely chilling.

Aly · March 2, 2012 at 11:05 am

Eerie and lovely. I love the photo, too, how clean the footprints are. 🙂

sari · March 2, 2012 at 11:29 am

I love this tale.

I always do.

Malvika Nair · March 3, 2012 at 5:21 pm

I feel cold in a 70 degree room. This tale actually chilled me.

Nicole Ducleroir · March 3, 2012 at 7:23 pm

Eerie and lovely; great mood developed in such a short space. I love a piece like this that invites my imagination to mull over the possibilities and wonder –> what “it” is that will eventually catch up to him? Bravo for another intoxicating short!

Brittney · March 5, 2012 at 2:58 pm

Oh how I wish they were longer! Yes, I know it would take away some of the charm. It’s a good thing to want more and to wonder where the story may lead or where it came from. Amazing job as always!

Marcheline · March 6, 2012 at 12:32 pm

Taxes… secrets… bad habits… clomp, clomp, clomp…

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