Luck Asks for Directions
An argument at a crossroads, inspired by Beckett's "Waiting for Godot."
I recently found myself at a crossroads in the gardens of Versailles, quite alone save for the friend I walked with. The broad lanes around us stretched far and away, maybe all the way to unknown lands. Here was a great setting for a story!
When
announced this month’s theme, I placed a bubble at the crossroads, and Luck Asks for Directions was born. I’m honored to share that it was selected as the Editor’s Pick for the BULLE / BUBBLE edition.I read this piece live at Les Cassettes in December, and got to borrow the voices of Elsa Dupuy d’Angeac, Francesca Lowney-Piazza, and Nina Cherifi. Special thanks to them for helping me crank up the voices in our heads!
—We were going Somewhere, of course.
—No, I’m sure we were going Elsewhere.
—I’m afraid you’re both totally wrong; we were going Nowhere. You’ll see—we’re dreadfully late in arriving, and you’re holding us up quite rudely with all this bickering.
As they had for some time, Didi, Gogo, and Zaza stood at the crossing of nine roads, encased in a gossamer dome in which light flickered every color of the rainbow. They saw themselves reflected in those rippling flames…
