short fiction · 2026-10-16

Beyond the Asphalt

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

The road ends where the asphalt sighs into gravel, then gives way to a thin ribbon of trampled grass. Beyond, the world softens: wildflowers nod in a breeze that carries no hurry, and the sky feels closer, as if the horizon has leaned down to listen. A traveler pauses, foot hovering, sensing that the journey is not about distance but about the moment the path surrenders to the unknown. Here, time stretches like warm taffy, and each breath tastes of pine and possibility. The traveler steps forward, not to find a destination, but to become part of the quiet that lies beyond the road’s end.