#FiveSentenceFiction: Memories #Wupatki National Monument #NativeAmerican
We stood, silent, our eyes fixed on the painted desert: then you talked to me in the tongue of your ancestors, it was suddenly as if we were transported in time. Children played on the circular ball ground, parents laughed, you spoke with them. I saw the house, as it was then, in its splendour, full of happy people. A joyful little troop came back from the fields, carrying basketfuls of corn cobs…
