Pieces of Him

Ribbons

June 29, 2018

Venturing down the path, he came across a tunnel. Nervous and cautious he entered the tunnel. The tunnel was dark, void of any light, too dark for even the shadows to take refuge in. Blind the man moved through the tunnel. Though the darkness now engulfed him there was nothing else for him to do but keep moving. Clutched tightly in his hand, a thin piece of ribbon. The ribbon trailed behind him, showing the direction from which he came. The ribbon grew longer with each step he took. His footsteps echoed around him and the sounds of water dripping pierced the silence making his heart grow uneasy. Perhaps this was a mistake.....

His pace quickened as he thought about the places he had been. He worriedly thumbed the ribbon in his hand as walked. Familiar faces dance across his memory, their voices urging him to keep moving forward. The man begins to fear he does not know which way forward is. Then he stumbles having tripped over something in the dark. Fumbling around on the ground he feels something stretched across the ground. It hangs a nearly a foot off of the ground. In the dark he cannot tell exactly what it is but it reminds him of the smooth ribbon he still carried in his hand. With his free hand, the man uses the strange object to guide him forward. One hand leading him onward and the other still clutching on to his past.

Finally, he can see a glimmer of light up ahead. The fear starts to fade away as though it were being left in the dark alcoves of the tunnel. The man's heart feels light again as he steps out of the shadows. He looks down at the objects in his hands, one is the now tattered and dirty ribbon he carried through the tunnel with him. Though it is dirty it is still intact and still holding strong. In the other is another ribbon, newer than the other. The man ties the ribbons together and continues down the path with both ribbons.