Labyrinth 

By David Reingold

Is the jury still out, then?

Hm.

At least they found me a nice spot to wait.

I know it’s a bit rundown, but if you sort of squint it could be gold.

We used to live in a house of gold, remember? 

I used to rule the world. Seas would rise when I gave the word.

Is that --? 

No.

Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. I hate waiting!

Is that mistletoe?

As I remember, our first kiss was under the mistletoe. In the woods just behind your house. How times have changed.

I’ve always hated change. And I hate the thought that I’ve changed. Do you think I could have turned out any other way? Or was I set down this path from the minute I was born? If you believe in predestination I guess nothing can ever really change, right? Somehow that’s not a very comforting thought.

But, on the other hand, if you believe in self-determination, then you have free will and one day you make a choice to hop on a train and there’s nothing you can do but ride it to the end of the line.

Be wary of trains, my love. They’re fun, but they only ever take you to one place.

Remember the game we used to play at the train station? We’d hop on a train going somewhere random and then dash off at the last minute before the doors closed. My heart was always pounding so fast. The risk felt real.

And then one day you’re half a second too late and the doors close behind you. You’re on a train going somewhere, you have no idea where, and you stare out the window as the station gets smaller and smaller and smaller behind you. 

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