Jack Roberts
Published: 2016-11-11
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"What will you trade for true love?" The invisible voice asks the broken man; the man who will become the Trader. The broken man stands as time bends around him in the muddy, nameless Indian road. He watches her go while his feet sink deeper into the dark, wet earth. He notices rain in a new way now, each drop different from her sister. He locks eyes one last time with the traveler, this Gypsy of a woman, boarding the weary rural bus. They both know. They are the other's soul. "What will you trade?" The broken man hears the invisible voice again. "For her?" He asks no one and all things, simultaneously. There is no answer in return. He watches the bus leave and the with it his soul. No, she's more than that. That woman is his very Love. Maybe they're the same. Then, he understands. "For love?" he asks, again, to no one and all things. "What will you trade?" He hears. "Everything," he whispers hesitantly, knowing the finality of his answer. ?He runs after her and slips in the mud. The rains fall again, walls of water coming down from heaven. He cannot see the sacred woman on her bus anymore. He cannot hear, the rains are so loud, the wet earth so thick. Except? that voice.'It sounds like her very laugh. ?"Everything! I'll trade everything!" he yells to it into the monsoon hoping the universe accepts his trade. The Gypsy's eyes blaze to life inside him. His future looks at him in those eyes, sees him truly, deeply. He holds her inside him, a vision of what's to come for who he is yet to be.'And he knows, that though he's lost, he will see his soul again. He will find her. He will find his Love. Even if it takes everything.