A Fable for You

There are two guys who have been at odds for as long anyone can remember. Like headstrong mismatched thugs, they fight all the time — forever trying to derail the dreams of the other. In addition to their juvenile-style jousting, they’re both strong and have a similar build. And these guys don’t care where they are — on an inner city street or in an upscale suburb — they’ll fight anywhere, anytime.

Not unlike a dysfunctional couple, each is defined by his relationship to the other. They need each other. It’s in that relative space that they assume their identities.

One night they were riding in a car together.

Courage was in the passenger seat, again. But he was sick of riding there. Something in him was changing. He was gathering strength. He’d always been the wiser of the two, and he only made big mistakes when he allowed himself to be influenced by his menacing side-kick, Fear.

Fear was driving. And he was all over the road, as usual. His decisions, like his thoughts, were erratic — sometimes cowardly, sometimes dangerous. But Fear could move with a swagger, and he seemed tough. On this night, however, Courage was beginning to see that it was all smoke and mirrors. And while he didn’t want to admit it, Courage knew that Fear wasn’t very smart either, not to mention the fact that he was always under-estimating Courage.

At a major intersection, as the car was coming to a stop, Courage spoke.

He told Fear to pull over. Fear pulled over. Courage told Fear he was taking away the keys. Fear gave him the keys. Courage told Fear he was going to drive from now on. Fear nodded.

Courage was astonished. He’d been sure this would be messy and that there would be another fight. Fear always told him that’s would happen if he challenged him. Courage had been quietly dreading this possibility, but if necessary, he was ready to fight, and this time he was prepared to win.

Courage could not believe his eyes when Fear walked quietly around the car to the passenger side. He’d bowed to the slightest show of strength.

As Courage took the wheel and began driving in a new direction, Fear slumped down in the back seat. Silent and beat.


About Stephanie Himango

Welcome to Another Door Opens. I'm a freelance writer and television producer who loves stories, photography, people, fitness and design. In Another Door Opens, find short stories about your fellow man that will inspire and inform. Please add your email to Follow and receive a notice with each new post. Welcome. http://anotherdooropens.net -Stephanie
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