C h a l k S c r i b b l e M e m o r i e s
It was nothing. Just a little chalk scribble on the wall, in the farthest corner of the Secret Place.
And yet it was everything.
A flat, two dimensional sketch on a cave wall, drawn by two little kids with absolutely no artistic skill to speak of.
So why did it matter so much?
Why did she keep coming back here, through the dirty, root encrusted tunnel, over the rocks, around the curves to sit for hours touching the wall, reaching out to something, someone, she couldn't remember?
Because it was here that she felt his presence most strongly. She could almost see him, a blur of spiky brown hair, clear blue eyes, and a warm smile, all for her.
Kairi.
And that was all she had to go on, a stupid chalk drawing, her only link, the only clue besides her own broken memory that he had ever existed at all.
. . . Stupid island.
Stupid cave.
Stupid drawing.
And yet she kept coming back, over and over, again and again, hoping that this time she would remember something, anything about him. She would sit back to the wall, surrounded and sheltered by the earth, listening to echoes of the ocean on the shore and sift through her collection of shattered memories and misplaced mental images and come up with nothing more than a blurred face, a name on the tip of her tongue, a shadow of a memory she had once held so dear.
It was so unfair.
It wouldn't leave her alone. Everyday she felt something was missing, wrong, out of place in her tiny, isolated little world.
Stupid island.
Down, down under the earth, through the tunnel, all the messy chalk graffiti, little pictures, memories she couldn't grasp, imprinted forever on the wall, but not in her mind.
Stupid cave.
And at the very back, in the darkest, smallest corner, a single drawing of two people, two children, that pulled at her heartstrings and brought tears to her eyes over a lost memory, a lost friend, a lost love.
Stupid drawing.
For Kaiora's contest.
I own nothing at all. -SilverInkblot