Come with me and I will show you a name on a brick. A brick, fading red, in a crumbling wall. Three rows up, twelve bricks along.
Written there long ago in the smallest, neatest hand. Before the sun set and the clock chimed. And the girl’s name changed.
Forever.
Rachel Canwell wrote this story.
A great descriptive story. I imagine so many directions for this and want to know more. Which wall? Where in the world? Why change her name? I can only imagine.
Intriguing and well written! Thought provoking 👏