#SixSentenceStory; Guide

Sometimes Six Sentences succumb to serious silliness. The prompt word “guide” led me to lost and wandering and Robert Frost and J.R. R. Tolkien and Dr. Seuss. So, apologies to our Six Sentence Story host Denise of GirlieOntheEdge and all those who wander here. 

Right there, where the road diverged in the yellow wood, the traveler paused, paused long enough that it was really more of a pondering and that’s when, all of a sudden and out of nowhere, (though surely somewhere), a person of diminutive stature and indiscernible age appeared, and before the traveler could ask who they were, said, ‘I am your guide’.

“Oh, well, thanks, but no thanks, for while which path to take I am trying to decide, it likely makes no difference in the end; I’ll just go my own way without a guide.”

“But that’s just it, and oh at what cost, for you would ponder on which way to wander, and as way leads to way, could become quite, quite lost— with no way back, for there’s no way you know the way!”

“Know the way where, and why should I be concerned with the way back when all I wish is to go forward to where ever it is I am going, (not yet discerned)?”

“If you know where you’ve been, you might get where you’re going, for finding the way is found in the knowing of where you are not.”

So they agreed and finally decided, the traveler would wander unlost and unguided, but with the knowledge that once arrived where, the guide would meet the traveler there.


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34 thoughts on “#SixSentenceStory; Guide

  1. Reminds me of an old conundrum.
    A man is travelling in strange country and is hungry and thirsty. He knows he will reach a fork in the road, where previous travelers have told him that one road leads to a town and the other leads into the desert but he can’t recall which one.
    The only other thing he knows is that there are two tribes of people in this area who dress and speak almost identically. One tribe always tells the truth and the other one always lies but both will only ever answer one question from a stranger. To make matters worse, once one tribe has spoken to the stranger the other one will never speak.
    When the traveler reaches the fork in the road, there are two men standing there with only minor differences in their costumes.
    What single question can he ask of one of them that will guarantee that he takes the road that leads to the town?

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      • OK, I’ll put you out of your brain strain. This single question you put to either tribesman (doesn’t matter which) will tell you which way to go.
        Pointing to the track to the left, you would say: If I asked the other man ‘is this the way to the town’, what would he say?’
        If the man is a liar and the left track is the road to town, he would point to the track into the desert on the right.
        If the man is a truth teller, he would say that the liar will tell him to take the track to the right.
        So the traveler would immediately know to take the left track to get to town. 🙂

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    • I hope so, they were direct lifts. Frost is truly one of the Greats. This little exercise had me pondering the lines:
      And sorry I could not travel both
      And be one traveler, long I stood
      And looked down one as far as I could

      How to be that one traveler, and travel both paths?! Impossible.
      But ponderable.

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  2. Clever and intriguing piece, D. I tied my brain round ‘ for finding the way is found in the knowing of where you are not” for a bit’ till it made sense…for a bit. I really enjoyed this piece with its references to Robert Frost. That’s one of my favourite poems.

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  3. I’m with Chris on this one, at least to the extent of the ‘rhyme and rhythm‘.

    The copy/paste-worthy words, for me, were: “…for while which path to take I am trying to decide, it likely makes no difference in the end;”
    Nice (that ‘for while which’ thing)

    (My own literary echo was, oddly or not, Douglas Adams*)

    * his ridiculously clever advice on how to fly

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