#FiveSentenceFiction: Memories #Wupatki National Monument #NativeAmerican

Wupatki PuebloWe 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 and fruits – I remember then what you’d said about those expert astronomers, canal builders and farmers…

I looked up at the cloudless sky, then, you said in English, your hand on my shoulder: “You see, that’s how it was, in the 14th century of your era, and we remember.”