Day 269 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Write about forgotten history.
Erin: “What are you doing,” my friend followed me into the library.
“Mr. Gritch is hiding something from us,” I insisted throwing books to the floor in my frustration.
“Have you gone insane,” She accused.
“Has it ever occurred to you that the watchers are only telling us what they want us to know?”
“Meaning what exactly?”
“I don’t think how they came in to power is as simple as all the adults are leading us to believe,” I reached behind the obvious books to a deteriorating one in the back.
Shannon: “Who is this woman,” I brought a photo up to my grandfather. I seen her in the background in some other photos too, but I’d never heard him tell any stories about her.
He took a long look and I could tell he was replaying a memory. “She was a friend,” he eventually answered.
“Must have been a good friend,” I observed, “But why is she always in the background?”
He didn’t seem to know how to answer. “She was hiding and I was selfish. I wanted to keep some kind of proof of her,” he smiled as he closed his eyes for a second.
“Hiding from what?” I pried.
He shrugged. “The world.”
What can’t anyone else remember?