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Excerpt From "You Can't Get There From Here" By Stoney Setzer
...Sweat drenched his entire body, making it feel as if his clothing weighed twice as much as it should have. He reasoned that it was the combination of physical exertion, lack of shelter, and motionless air that made it seem as if it were getting hotter with each passing second.
After a while he saw distant hills, but it seemed to take him forever to get there, a thought that he found humorous in spite of himself. For a while he even fancied that his destination was keeping pace with him, moving a step backward for each step he took. A trick of the heat, that’s all. However, he could not wholly convince himself until he was almost there.
Lying just before the hills themselves was a bizarre intersection where several gently arcing roads crossing one another. At the intersection stood a nondescript wooden building with two old-fashioned gas pumps beside it. On the tiny, unsheltered porch there was a rocking chair, occupied by an old man.
Rocking gently back and forth, the old man gave no sign that he noticed Rob’s approach. Probably asleep. The moth-eaten hat was pushed far forward to keep the sun out of his eyes, and his grungy gray beard rested upon his threadbare shirt. Slowly Rob stepped onto the porch, and immediately the old man looked up at him. His face did not betray even the faintest hint of surprise; it was as if he had been expecting him. “Help you, sonny?”
“Uh, yeah.” Rob found it difficult not to be unnerved by the strangeness of it all. “I was wondering--this place--am I…?”
“You’re dead, if that’s what you mean. This ain’t where you’re staying, though. I reckon you can call this a way station of sorts.”
“Oh! Well, that’s a relief.” Actually, he wasn’t sure how relieved he was, but at least he knew he wouldn’t be stuck here forever.
“Do you know where you’re going?”
“Why, yes, I do.”
“Good,” the man smiled. “That always makes it easier. Now then, do you know how to get there from here?”
“No, I’m afraid not.”
“Well, you’re in luck. Just so happens that there’s lots of ways to get there from here. In fact, every one of those roads will eventually take you to where you’re going.” He gestured toward the intersection.
“Ah-ha!” Rob cried triumphantly. “I knew it! My brother kept trying to tell me that there was only one way to get there.”
The old man threw his head back and laughed. “You didn’t believe him, did you?”
“No way,” Rob laughed, shaking his head.
“Just take your pick of any road you want. They’ll all get you to where you’re going.”
Rob made his way to the intersection and surveyed the names on the street signs. For a moment he just stood there in contemplation, and then he laughed at himself. It didn’t make a difference, did it? With that, he turned and set foot down the road to his left...
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