Monthly Archives: November 2008

“I can’t believe the prices of these groceries!” Ben told his wife, Lisa, as they purveyed the dairy aisle. “It’s highway robbery except it’s a grocery store . . . and also I’m still purchasing something, but you know what I’m getting at.”

Lisa grabbed a carton of half and half from the cooler.

“Three bucks for some half and half?” Ben exclaimed.

“But I like some with my coffee.”

“They give away spurts of half and half at the coffee machine in the gas station down the street. Just fill up a coffee cup and put a lid on it. They’ll never know.”

He stopped and turned. The city he had lived in his entire life was soon going to slip over the horizon, perhaps never to be seen again. A sigh escaped his lips as joyful memories flooded his mind. There was still time to turn back. But for what? Memories?

He turned back toward the new horizon. There lay countless new possibilities free from the disappointments of yesteryear. On that horizon lay hope; lay life anew. To stay behind for memory’s sake would be to abandon what made those memories so meaningful.

The city sank into the horizon with the setting sun.