Sunday, October 7, 2018

A Passage

written by Chakriya PHOU
edited by John Christopher Brown
 photographed by Chakriya PHOU

     There was an alleyway near my house. I had never seen anyone walk along it.
     One day I asked my mother, “Where does that alleyway go?” My mother said, “I don’t know.” So I asked her, “Mother, why don’t you know?” And she replied, “Because I have never walked along it. 
     Her answer made me even more curious. “Why have you never walked down it?” I asked. “Because no one walks along it,” she said. “But why is that Mother? Why doesn’t anyone walk along it?” I asked. “Because no one knows where it goes,” she replied.
    Then I told my mother, “I would like to go along that passage.” 
    My mother replied, “No dear. Do not do that. If you enter the passageway, you may not be able to find your way back.”
“But I can walk back exactly the same way!” I said, and I ran to the passageway and entered it. 
    Both sides of the path were empty and I followed it for a long, long time. There seemed to be no end to it. I decided to turn back. It was the end of autumn. 

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