Treasure Island

Diane Hine

(25 July 1956)

Diversion


Although the sign was vandalized, the paths were clearly marked
with posts. Rather than backtrack overland, they thought they’d risk
the razored coast. The path was soft through paperbarks and hard
to find in sheeted sand and lost on ridges, water-frisked

of softer rock to hard-rock strands. It found a gorge and dipped
inside where ivy twined in damp black earth and quartz veins crawled
up dripping walls like tentacles of fossil surf. It slid
along a shell-grit strip between a tryst of sea and wall,

they hoped the tide was going out; the world was large and they
were small. The cliff was siltstone stacked in layers; staircase cracks
forked left and right, and probing tree roots trod each step to taste
the ores of bedded time. The path ascended fractured slabs

and sliced a saw-tooth banksia grove and though it veered a tad
askant, they saw no other way to go. It met a four-
way well-worn junction, somewhat like the one before. They jacked
their packs with fresh resolve and kicked a sign once more, once more.

Submitted: Saturday, September 28, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 30, 2013

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  • Thomas A Robinson (10/1/2013 12:11:00 AM)

    Our life was once maked with signs of destination
    but along the way we began chasing our own echoes of heart.
    And they have a resolve and a fevered pitch that call from our future.
    Crossroads create choices listed on the menu of life. (Report) Reply

  • Lyn Paul (9/30/2013 3:21:00 AM)

    Once more Diane you have expressed yet another descriptive write. Thank You (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (9/30/2013 12:34:00 AM)

    With fresh resolve, they headed through the less travelled paths, though the path was dreary and not smooth! Beautiful description of the gorges with twining ivy and cliffs with silstone stacked in layers and fractured slabs... (Report) Reply

  • Danny Draper (9/29/2013 7:56:00 AM)

    Beautifully descriptive and a happy ending. The track less travelled by inadvertent random choice the sites splendid by trepidatious paths that perhaps confirm all roads are connected on the surface of a sphere and that roads less travelled should often be ventured with less consternation and fear. (Report) Reply

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