The Road to Potkobelo

Short story. Fiction.

In the month of May, butterflies take to the skies with their wings in bloom; and flowers, tethered to earth envy them green. Naked children in their droves chase pigeons that leap and fly just a little farther off from their hopeful grasps. The landscape streams past the dirt-stained windows of the bus taking us to Potkobelo and the gray mountainous relief in the background brings back a lot of memories about this place. Good and bad memories but the bad memories linger ….