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It was hard to say when it had all become too much. There had always been endless meetings, conference calls, business lunches and calls home to say sorry, put the dinner in the oven, I’ll be working late. Nothing had actually changed, but all of a sudden it was simply too much.

He didn’t stop to wonder what they thought. He booked up all the holidays he had never taken, handed in his notice, and walked out of the office.

He didn’t go home.

He got in the car and drove. When the car ran out of petrol, he got out and walked, carrying only what he needed.

It began to rain, and he pulled the hood of his jacket up over his head. It got dark, and he lit the storm lantern.

He walked, and he was silent.

He walked until he understood.

© Kari Fay