Will You Take A Walk With Me?

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“Will you come with me?” I asked.

“Well it depends. Where are we going?” he asked back.

“Just come. I want to show you something.”

“Okay, I have a feeling I might regret this though.”

We weren’t always friends. But we were best friends.

“So how have things been with you?” I asked, as we began walking. We took the shortest route, the only route, it could have been the longest route, how could you tell?

“Good, I think, things seem to be falling into place.”

“Yeah I know. I think it’s December, December has that quality about it,” I smiled. “What is falling into place for you, though?”

“Well you know, I feel like I’ve found my own here.”

“In college?”

“Yeah, in college.”

“And who is that?”

“There is Nina and the gang, they seem to be taking to me quite well.”

“I really have no idea why.”

“Neither do I!”

We both laughed a little. The kind of laugh that sweeps in like the air brushes past your face as you walk. Gentle, quick, unknowing.

“And how are things with the rest of us?” I asked. I silently hoped he didn’t think that I was taking him along with me as an excuse to ask all these questions.

“You can see how things have been with Boney, we seem to have picked up right where we left off.”

“You guys do seem to have found a great space.”

“Yeah. I didn’t think we would get here again. But you see us in class now, it’s like no time has passed! I’ve really missed her.”

Crossing an Indian road requires skill. You look to your left, right, left again and then you look up and pray that a cow doesn’t come out of nowhere and run you down.

“Where are you taking me?”

“You’ll see.”

“Was this an excuse to ask me a lot of questions?”

“Don’t be stupid. I don’t need an excuse to ask you questions.”

“So yeah. How are things going with you?”

“Good, I guess. It’s December.”

“Well, we are talking again.”


“And going for a mysterious rendezvous.”

“It’s not a rendezvous.”

“It feels like it.”

We reached.



“Are we going in THERE?”

“Yeah. Come on.”


“Why not?”

“These places make me uncomfortable.”

“Don’t be silly. It’s nothing.”

“But why?”

“I’m showing you my haven. I’m sharing with you.”

“Don’t you have an easier way to share with me? Like a normal people way?”

“Will you just come inside?”

“Urrrrrgh. I feel like a sinner in here,” he muttered. “Like I am being judged.”

“And I feel like a saint.”

“That’s cause you are one.”

“You know that’s not true.”

“It might be.”

“It isn’t about being a sinner or a saint. It isn’t even about a God or humans.”

“Good. Cause you know I don’t have faith in either.”

“I know.”

As we stepped outside, he sighed. Heavily.


“You took me to a church.”

“Did you pray?”


“What did you do?”

“I watched you pray.”



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