The inspiration:
A story:
“Ready?”
He takes a last look around, feeling the pang of leaving; of all the books he cannot take. She smiles in sympathy.
“We need to travel light and fast. At least you have all your work.”
His hands travel lightly over the coat he wears, all his years of research and careful calculations sewn into the lining.
“It will get us where we need to go. After that, well, we’ll see what happens.”
They step out on the porch, no need to lock the door.
She laughs, “Do you know how hard it was to locate frankincense and myrrh?”
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Now, your turn.
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Can’t touch it Darleen. It was exactly what I was thinking.
Meanwhile the homeless kid is taking only his drum and sticks.
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He looks at her, and smiles.
Her belief inspires him and again he’s reminded why it’s her. Why it has always been her.
He reaches out and she takes his hand. For a moment they pause, the starlight glinting off the bands on their fingers.
A sadness passes quickly, a silver cloud crossing a full moon. He brings her hand to his lips and kisses the cool metal on her finger.
“I know” he says.
Her brightness returns. “They were borrowed anyway, really.”
They step off the porch into the bright night.
“Are you sure that way is West?”