It began when I climbed the low basalt hill at the edge of town. I found a cave halfway up the side, you see. The weird thing is, now I keep having to go back. And I just can’t shake the feeling that when I step inside, someone else joins me from the depths. To top it all off, I found a notebook filled with words on the night stand this morning. The handwriting was mine.
Here’s how it began:
“In the beginning, the world was without form, and void; brilliant light shone across the desert.”
When I have an hour or so to myself, I run from my front door to the row of volcanoes on the west edge of town. This particular one is the closest, and it really does have a cave in the side. It’s a small lava tube, and the entrance is under the bump on the right side of the hill. On the day I took this photo, storm clouds were all around and the light was unearthly. There are no atheists in the desert, I suppose. Anyway…Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.
I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer. The weekly photo that inspired this story is below. It’s mine, and in the creative commons: