The Caravan That Leads To Nowhere

You see, nowhere can sometimes be somewhere. Somewhere that holds unique significance, even in its absence, might mean something. Picture a serene forest clearing, tucked away from the bustling paths of humanity. Too many, it might be considered nowhere, as it does not bear the markers of civilization or a name on a map. But to those who venture into its midst, it transforms into a cherished somewhere. It becomes a sacred grove where introspection and tranquility embrace, where one can feel connected to the rhythms of nature and experience a sense of belonging with the universe. Time itself is a vast ocean of moments, with the past slipping into the nowhere of history and the future hidden in the mists of uncertainty. Yet, in those fleeting instants we call the present, past, future, the nowhere of time transforms into a precious somewhere, offering an opportunity to seize that spectacle, create memories, and make a lasting impact. So nowhere could be a rose compass that points skyward. Nowhere could be an unwritten map pledged out on old forgotten roads. Nowhere can be a pristine place of beauty, in a cauldron of nothingness, a nameless black void. Nowhere sometimes, if a strengthened might, be a way for your feet to follow, a path to unwind, a palm tree to sway in the humid breeze, a location for your thumping heart to make shelter in the deepest folds of your mind, perhaps at times, you need to travel somewhere to get to nowhere. 

When Alesh, a renown flutist, is playing his music in a rustic, red sandstone tavern on the edge of The Great Desert. He is approached by a mysterious man wreathed in a turban, hiding his identity. He offers to pay Alesh a substantial amount of coin, for his services, and to aid his group of travellers across the hot dunes in trade. Alesh accepts. But something is not quite right about this wide expanse of the hija. The winds howl voices. The sands run golden for miles. There is song within its caves. And a shimmering phantom city of silver, whistling to him through the long forgotten reeds of time.

Pages: 84

File Type: PDF Format

Genre: Urban Fantasy

Book Type: Long Short Story

Author: Jack Buie