Fifty (A Slightly Older Fiction Story I Wrote)

          A car inoperable, a destination toward better living fifty miles away. I had a deadline to meet, a brush to achieve, and an emergency to respond to.

           I could reach no one and the deadline for the completed art project was only a day away. I looked around, then to my side as eyes looked back at me, my trusty service dog watching my ever changing moods as the risk was considered of this dangerous trip to get this brush. I looked around once more, preparing for the trip. "Was it only a brush?", I questioned, noticing two pieces of broken board on my easel painfully reminding me of unstable moods I needed to check. "Okay, a board and a brush.", I told myself gathering some water and a small snack for us both. One last biscuit and some peanut butter, but it would have to work; and we were off.

         First running I quickly realized it was a bad idea. We walked quickly, trying to make it shorter. Feeling his eyes upon me with each step, I pet his head to reassure Jude I was alright. Longer than I thought, but I couldn't give up now; we wouldn't eat or have needed money for bills if I did. The miles went by and the journey was lonely, no one helped on the way (must've been the German Shepherd dog walking with me).

         Upon arriving at the arts store covered in sweat, we went in. Finding what we needed we approached the counter to pay. Seeing how exhausted we were (and noting the vest of my service dog beside me), the owner asked about us. Were we ok, did we have a way to get our supplies home(after all we did have a new board we had to carry), would Jude mind other people besides me. Realizing our difficulty and needed help, the owner called one of his employees over. He asked her if she didn't mind taking us home since we were regular customers and needed help. She looked Jude over and knelt down to show kindness. Jude wagged his tail and let her show kindness and it was agreed.

         The fifty miles back were needed relief as we all drove back (board, brush and all). We talked, enjoyed the company of each other, and found the journey to be empowering. These fifty miles were nothing more than a trip to the store after that.....well, actually more of a new life with a new girlfriend....the lady who drove us home. Even the board broken in frustration from writer's block was given new purpose as the painting created was inspired by the perilous journey; and the new season of life that did more than fulfill a deadline gave a completed piece that was worth more than was promised in the original payment offered! I've never been more grateful for fifty miles than now.

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