The Non-adventures of Agent Smith... and Other Tales

Hand on chin, smirk on sweat-soaked face, John’s eyes slowly swept a monotonous horizon that needed sweeping. Letting out a long, pensive sigh, he thought to himself: “So THIS is Saskatchewan.”

  Books and long conversations had convinced him of the importance of fulfilling one’s dream. For some strange reason, John’s dream had always been to go to Saskatchewan by bicycle. So here he now was, out of new ideas, out of breath, out of money and feeling a bit lost despite his sense of accomplishment.

  “Well, that’s done,” said John to himself. “I’ve fulfilled my dream, so I guess, deep down inside me, I should feel better...” He took a minute to check himself out, inside and out, to see if he could feel a difference.

  “Nope. No difference.” he concluded, looking at his watch. “I guess I’ll head back home.”