I know I’m close.
The markers from my dream walk match.
The Twin Ladies…
The Elder’s Nose…
When I found the eagle’s wing under the overhand on the shelving at the overlook… I knew that my dream was a trusted encounter.
And here are the seven stones.
In my dream, I could sit here and see the cave’s entrance through the shadows of the evening.
Your spirit is here.
My heart hears you.
I know you are calling me.
I will sit … wait… and listen… for the setting of the sun.
“Grandfather, it is Laughing Boy. I am here.”
Written for Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer. Requirements: Using the photo prompt, create a 100-150 word flash story.