Roots

A to Z April Challengeight this way” beckoned the hooded lady.

We had been travelling through the mists for some time.  Unable to see more than a few feet on front of us, we were entirely reliant upon the tinkle of the little bell our guide wore around her neck.

“Where are we going?” I asked, “why are we on this so called ‘Highway’?”

“We’re heading towards the place where it all started, the root of our shared problem; there you and your friend will find all the answers you seek.”

“Where’s that?”

“The core gardens.”

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About TheImaginator

35 year old sciolist living in Tokyo. I like swing dancing, Twitter word games, writing, using Stumbleupon.com, reading, and watching movies. I write stuff on my blog occasionally.
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