Deciphering my truth

Today's 100 word-bite is written on a picture prompt from Pobble. The link to the prompt can be found here.

Picture Credit: Chris Mitchell

I hold the picture in my hand, a replica of the giant graffiti that looms up wide before me. Memorialized as a national preservatory, sealed off from further modifications, it beckons me closer to decipher my truth once and for all. My heart racing, I look down at the tiny, sharp red cross in the picture and flip it over, the instructions already read a million times over. I light up the charcoal and let the fumes glaze over the spot in the graffiti. Neat, distinct alphabets come alive. Seventeen years later, I finally know the name of my father.


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