A road less traveled

A middle-aged man and his trophy-wife:

“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood”,
“What?, these are mountains Robert, there’s no wood for miles”.
“And sorry, I could not travel both”.
“What are you talking about, one leads over the cliff, the other back again, let’s go back”.
“See, in leaves no steps have trodden black”.
“Of course, Robert… most people ain’t suicidal, come with me”.

Robert sighed, looking at his young companion.

“… and I —
    I took
        the one
            less traveled

Later at the hotel the blonde smiled at her lover:

“… and that has made all the difference…”

© Björn Rudberg

Wow, a picture of my own taken when hiking on Madeira… made it very hard to write about, but somehow the poem “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost got stuck in my mind, which made all the difference.

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March 21, 2018

79 responses to “A road less traveled

  1. This is one of my favourite poems and it gives me faith when I’m feeling a little jaded about my own journey. Lovely story, and thanks for the beautiful photo this week. 🙂

  2. The ending bit about E.E. Cummings cracked me up.

    I get the feeling he couldn’t stand her less-than-enthralling companionship one more second; that’s why he took the plunge.

  3. Your male protagonist got a wee bit carried away, I think. Or maybe slipped into melancholy?

    Thanks for letting us know where it was taken. I was pretty sure it wouldn’t be Bolivia, but it put me in mind of it.

  4. Now the trophy wife will have enough funds to become a Sugar Mama and have all the ‘pool boys’ her heart desires.

    I must confess, I chuckled when he went over the edge.

  5. So she knew the poem all along — nice twist! I like how you used the photo prompt to bring in the idea from the poem.

    Since you’re the one who took the photo, perhaps you can explain: what does the sign mean? The image looks like someone directing traffic, holding his hand out as if to say “no passage”. But then there’s a red line through it, which normally means “no” to whatever the image is. So to me, it looks like “no people directing traffic allowed here” — LOL!

  6. Well, perhaps that’s what you get from having a trophy wife – after all ,trophies are of little use other than to look at and remind you how amazing you are! Love those lines too. Well told tale Bjorn

  7. I’m guessing that Robert had found out about the lover, and realised his trophy wife was only after his money. If he’d believed she loved him for himself I suppose that could have sent him over the edge. I very much like the way you use the poem as part of the story narrative.

  8. Oh that was cleverly done. A trophy and conniving wife hiding her light under a bushel. Poor Robert. I imagine he didn’t see it coming.

  9. Your photo has taken us to a lot of different places, perhpas none any more sad than your own story–featuring a favorite poem of mine 🙂

  10. Ha ha ha, that was a wicked use of the classic Bjorn, loved it. Btw, my wife and I are also going to Madeira in May, maybe we’ll encounter this sign there, with different results of course (hopefully) 🙂

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  12. Those crazy middle aged men,,, trickery and trophy wife’s. I’m leaning towards a corvette myself. Great photo Bjorn. (..) <– missing dots

  13. I loved your story, Bjorn.
    May be, he really loved her and hence the final resignation (made light-hearted by your skilful narration.)
    Thank you for the great photo.

  14. Oh wow. SO well done! I loved the way you expressed the difference in the two–perhaps due to the generational difference, perhaps just due to a difference in how two people see the world, live their lives. Thanks for the great prompt!

  15. Robert Frost’s poem was also the first thing i thought of when i saw your photo, but i never would have come up with such an amusing story. Very well done!

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