Story 47 of 48, about 5 minutes to read

The Embankment of the Two Footsteps

A refuge for those who wait for a sign without knowing they are one

Every Friday you walk the gravel road along the embankment as far as the mulberry tree. In the hollow of its trunk there is a tin box, and inside it a note for you, left by someone who passes on Saturdays and whom you have never met.

On Friday you find the signs of Saturday: a stone moved like a place marker, a feather in the bark, a sprig of rosemary that still smells after six days of wind.

The whole story is in the book, with its full-page illustration.