

Today I opened Eternal Road – The final stop randomly to page 275. I closed my eyes and pointed to the page. The word nearest my finger was “crying.” This is our prompt today.
Crying by John W. Howell © 2025
“Why are you crying?”
“Do I know you?”
“No, but I couldn’t help but notice that you are upset.”
“If so, then maybe you will leave me alone.”
“Well, okay. I just thought if you were in trouble, I could help.”
“I’m not in trouble, and I don’t think you can help.”
“Very well. I’ll just go.”
“Oh, wait. I’m being very rude. I’m sorry.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry about.”
“You were trying to be kind, and I was very ungrateful.”
“I could see that something was bothering you. It’s okay.”
“Can I tell you something?”
“Only if you want to.”
“My memory is not what it used to be.”
“That happens as we get older. I have the same problem.”
“You do? You look so young, I never could have guessed.”
“Why, thank you, but I can assure you looks are deceiving.”
“So is your forgetting serious?”
“Not really. Pretty classic. Go into a room and forget why kind of stuff.”
“I think mine is more severe.”
“Tell me. What have you forgotten?”
“I found this big walnut last week.”
“Yes.”
“I forgot where I buried it.”
“For heaven’s sake. That happens to me all the time.”
“It does?”
“Sure, I’ll stuff my cheeks with nuts and then run around and hide them only to forget where.”
“Wow. That makes me feel better.”
“Ah, yes. Don’t worry about it. When the snow comes, you’ll be able to sniff out your hidden treasures.”
“You have helped me. You want to chase me up that tree?”
“Be happy to do that. I’ll give you until the count of three.”

















