The man stands before a signpost making his choice. His bowler hat is straight and his coat is clean. Decision made, he moves on angling away from the more favoured path. That is not where he needs to be, he has to take a different path. Slowly he comes across a dense forest and slower still he makes his way through, it echoes his sorrow. He breathes the free air as he leaves the forest and all its dark. Before long, there is a cat on his path. He doesn’t look at it but walks stoically past, determined. The cat follows him with its eyes as he passes and disappears down a long road.
Eventually he meets a witch, hunched and twisted. He takes off his neat hat and presents it to the witch. She slowly puts a fish into the man’s hat and looks at him, jealous. They both turn to leave, no words are spoken. The man retraces his steps, carefully carrying the fish in his hat on the long road. And there is the cat, waiting.
He lovingly gives the fish to the cat and steps back as it eats. And then changes. There is his wife, she smiles so sweetly as they hold hands. Together.