Wonder

Schools, and prisons, and the whitened fields. We passed them all, constantly wondering who had called this land home. The long abandoned schools once were full of children. Who were they? What were they learning? The prison housed convicts. What were their crimes? Did they have visitors? Did they leave young children behind, perhaps to study at the schoolhouse? The fields, oh the fields. What did they hold? Were they home to livestock? To crops? It is impossible to tell under the blanket of glistening snow. I have always wondered these things, and slightly pained knowing that my questions will never be answered. However, I must trek on. Food, shelter, water: I must find them before the cold pulls me into an embrace that I cannot escape. Before I become someone to merely wonder about.

Reviews

[Franky]

Beautifully written. I enjoyed this. Good questions.