The first time I can remember drawing it was in first grade. Our teacher walked around the room asking students questions. “Where is that, Jeannie?” I didn’t know.
In middle school, they asked the same.
By high school, my technique flourished and teachers submitted my works to competitions where they won prizes.
Now a freshman at the art institute, they asked me to do a show. The room buzzed with patrons’ comments: “they are all of the same place.”
One night, I dreamed I was standing at the top of the cliff, looking to the east. I remember everything now.
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is the creative host of Friday Fictioneers.