“My Spot”
by Shankar Bhat
My spot. The one place that I can call my own. I found it a few years ago when we first moved to our ocean side house. It’s really only a fissure at first, but then it widens out into a cave—big enough for two, I think. But as far as I know, I’m the only one who knows about it. There are small shelves coming out of the wall. I have all ready stored some of my favorite books there. After school, I always go right there and read, play card games or draw pictures of fantasy animals. Covering the cliff is lush green grass, high as my shoulder. There are wild flowers in shades of yellow, white, and light purple. Behind that is my house on the edge of the forest in our backyard. There are places to go, but inside the rock is where I feel truly free. It’s the one place I can call my own.
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Topics: Archive (2012-2019), Uncategorized