When I was small my mom took me on adventures, small escapes for our broken lives. Her favorite times were when we found soft chalky rocks.
“You can write with them!” Her smile was so beautiful as she scrawled across the red desert walls.
Small as I was, I bounced along beside her hoping for the chance to write my own manifesto. She laughed though her cheeks glistened in the sunlight.
“Of course, write your own! Then we have to go!”
I was always so proud of my small strange glyphs next to her perfect block lettering. I still remember them so clearly.
It’s a heavy world we carry today, I think Pegman sees it better than any.
I didn’t really understand when he brought me to the cave … Until he pressed a soft chalky rock into my hand and told me it’s where survivors can write their names.
Word Count: 150
This was written for the What Pegman Saw challenge, every week a location is picked and a story is written in 150 words or less. Rules here and this weeks location, The Big Cave, Palo Duro State Park, Texas