“How do you get to the end of the world?”
“Long days of hard walking.”
“What about the sea?”
“What about it?”
“Don’t you have to cross the sea to get to the end of the world?”
“It depends on where you start from.”
“Where should I start from?”
“Wherever you are right now.”
“I’m laying on my bed looking out the window. That seems a silly place to start such a long journey.”
“Well, when you get up will you be thinking about going to the end of the world? Will you be gathering your things and looking for proper walking shoes? Will you dress for inclement weather?”
“I suppose so.”
“Then you will have begun preparing for your journey and preparation is part of the journey. The trip began with your first fanciful desire to go there.”
“I see. So, then, I’ve been on this trip most of my life since I first thought of it when I was twelve years old. I haven’t gotten very far, have I?”
“I’d say that you are doing pretty well. You are about to put on your shoes, grab a sandwich and try. Most people I have this conversation with roll back over and go to sleep. Long journeys mean big sacrifices. For instance, people will probably stand on the roadside and throw things at you; call you names.”
“They will?”
“Oh yes. People don’t like to see others doing things that they are frightened of. They feel like they are missing out (and they’re right).”
“Why don’t they just start off for themselves? If I can do it surely they can!”
“Oh they can. Everyone is capable, once they’ve admitted that there is a journey to be taken. But they love comfort more than the wild call of wilderness and would rather scream at you than go see for themselves. They would find that if they just began walking they’d have less breath to berate their fellow man.”
“I see. Well, I can’t let that bother me at this point. When shall I leave?”
“As soon as you wish. Make sure and pack some dry bread.”
“Whatever for?”
“For the ducks.”
“The ducks?”
“Yes. There are ducks at the end of the world.”
Walking in the Rain 
I like it very much. Especially the part about long journey’s requiring big sacrifices.
Good use of dialoguing to tell a story…very fun. Is there more?
Not yet. Would you like more?
Um, yes please!
Also- I know something you don’t know.
I know two things you don’t know! So there!
What shall the “more” be? Continuation of the conversation or shall I actually introduce the characters?
I think the more should be about the ducks.
You’ve written about the people at the beginning, so now right about the ducks at the end.
and remember to put in the part about people having now electricity because of an ice storm, and the thin veneer of civilization wearing through…
oops. Wrong comment.
Really good. More please. Talent runs in families.
Don’t forget the others, at every step of the journey, who paused there so they could reach down and give a fellow traveler a hand up.
Hey David! Good to see you over here in my corner.
And thanks for the reminder. I sometimes forget that those people are just as prevelant as the other, especially when the others shout so very loudly.