Another new old story.
This one is from 1997, and its been sitting on various hard drives untouched since then. It’s called Walk.
My original feelings about this tale were that it lacked a “point”… a REASON for it to have been written in the first place. There is no “grand scheme” or “deeper undertones”… no “secret connection” to anything that was written before or since. It was just an idea that came to me, so I wrote it.
I have fiddled a bit with it since I decided to post it. The original text was pretty much an embarrassing, horrible mess, so I changed the beginning a touched up a few descriptions to make them a bit less juvenile. It was also badly in need of a spell check. But the sequence of events remains untouched, even if the words have been rebuilt in places.
Enjoy.
