Lewis hadn’t seen the walls in years. He had forgotten just how beautiful yet sinister they appeared. Julius was with him today and his childish curiosity was piqued.
“Daddy, what are all these rocks here for?”
“That’s a wonderful question Julius.” Truthfully he had no idea what they were, but he couldn’t tell his son that. “You see each rock is there for a person. Each section represents a family line and when they are all together they show how strong it can be.”
“Wow, really daddy? Who put them here?”
“No one knows really. They have been here as long as anyone can remember.”
“Where is our family? What section is for them?”
“Oh. Well. I…umm. This wall here. These rocks at the very bottom are your ancestor’s, people you never met. Each row is another generation until these on top. This large one with rough edge is mine and that smaller one beside it is your mom.”
“And this little one here? This is me daddy? Why is it so small and loose from the others? Shouldn’t it be like yours and moms?”
“You haven’t made your path just yet so it will take time for it to be a real part of the wall. As long as it is loose you can make your own choices.”
“Wow. I can’t wait to tell my friends how strong our family is!”
Lewis smiled at his son. “You do that. And if you ever get worried just remember how many people in your family are there to hold you up. We will always support you no matter how hard life, or your rock, gets.”
They walked a little more and talked. Julius wanted a picture with his family to take back and show mom. Lewis began to worry about how he was going to explain this to her? Maybe he should have just said he didn’t know but it was too late now.
Written for the Sunday Photo Fiction Prompt. Thanks to Alistair for the great photos for inspiration.