Most people die of a sort of creeping common sense, and discover when it is too late that the only things one never regrets are one’s mistakes- Oscar Wilde.
He steps outside, the glare so bright and swift to the iris he frowns. The day was looking promising last night but the feeling of this is now a distant memory as he humps his shoulders and breathes a sigh. He looks over to his left and there it is, the white flecks of light showing the start of the blizzard. He doesn’t know it yet but this is the best part of his day as the worst is yet to come.
Somewhere not too distant from the man is the beast waiting in the dark. The black monstrous creature akin to a wolf. This is where all their problems lie, this is where the meek and old promises go to rot. The promises that ceased to deliver a cause, the problems shoved down the thickest of throats. The dark wolf, of course, lives in a cave and none of the towns people venture within a hundred yards of it for fear they will get sniffed out. The wolf is centuries old and is simply named Regret.
The man is new to the town and this is the day he wished to venture into the city to meet some folk and talk about the myth behind the wolf. He secretly believes it’s his mission to solve the mystery behind it. It cannot be stopped, though, because the wolf gets hungrier every day and is fed just the right amount for him to flourish. The snowflakes become increasingly frequent but the man decides to ignore the impending blizzard and make his way into the city anyway.
The ride into town is fairly uneventful even if he had hitched a couple of rides with some towns people. It is much busier then the man expects with people hustling around him to get home in time to avoid the storm. He passes the diner and heads towards the library. The wind and snow are getting strong now threatening to jostle the note of ‘closure‘ off the library door. Damn, I’m not going to get anywhere today, he’s discouraged and annoyed. He heads towards the local supermarket to prepare for the storm thinking wolf slaying will have to wait until it passes. Almost to the supermarket he passes the town square noticing the statue towering to the right of him. He walks over to take a peak and read the name of the brass hunter now in front of him.
‘Brice Howard, who died fighting to rid the town of evil 1864‘.
“Was a strong man but then them wolf go in and take him alive”. She was old with dark grey hair and uneven red lipstick. He thought to walk away but then again maybe his luck had changed and the old woman would spill the beans on it all, as the towns people on the way into the city refused to speak to him about it. “Tell me more” He said, the old woman just nodded and motioned for him to follow.
“But the library…” he trailed off when the old woman produced a set of keys almost as old as her in front of the library steps. Again the motioning for him to follow, this time with a long, bony finger. They proceeded to travel around the outside of the brick building to the back where an old wooden door stood in between the brick clearly not belonging. She opened the door and they went inside, the musty smell pungent. It was a smaller room than he expected a corridor leading the way to a small cement room with a round oak table. On top of the table is a book.
He scoffs, “Is this a spell book?”. The old woman just laughs. No, it’s the town’s history book. “Them’s all in there, ya don’t look half-baked so best lock up when done” and with that a smudge of her teal dress and she is gone.
The book is heavy and layered with dust. He turns the pages until he comes to nearly the end and there it reads;
FOLKLORE OF REGRET
A goodly length in times past, deep regret is the town folks weg. The wolf come hither, verily it is so. Behest from towns folk not met, the wolf torment ond bane. Nawa the wolf cwellan.
He shuts the book, confused and concerned. What does it all mean? He’s still convinced he can kill Regret and proceeds to make his way towards the woods to look for the exact cave that he saw in the book.
The beast sits in the cool dark waiting and knowing the man is close by the taste of meat in the air. He’s taken many a folk and thinks nothing of this next victim. It licks its pointy and sharp teeth with a long wet tongue. The man sees the cave from afar and makes his way towards it…
I wish I could tell you that the wolf dies and the man is able to put up a decent fight, but life is no fairytale.
I think these days people have less responsibility for their circumstances and its easier to blame outside sources when you’re not happy with something in your life. The best thing you can do is to try to live your life so that regrets are not a prominent feature and you live for everyday, mistakes and all. You will always have regrets if you fear making mistakes or taking chances. A way I find helps is to see all situations as learning lessons and to remember that past experiences are what has made us who we are today. Is there someway you can think or act differently so that regrets don’t rule your thinking? What is it you regret and is there something that you can do about it? If not then how about moving on so as not to feed the beast waiting in the dark.