‘Dan,’ she called urgently in a hushed whisper. Dan turned and saw Amy beckoning him.

He stepped back from the tour group. ‘What is it?’

‘Stand in front of us.’

‘Why?’

‘Just stand in front of us. Look what she did now.’

Dan peered round Amy. Their daughter, Chloe, grinned at him. ‘She didn’t.’

‘Oh, yes she did.’

Next to the six-thousand year old Native American cave drawings was a freshly etched picture of a tall stickman.

Dan squinted. ‘Is that a spaceship?’

‘Does it matter what it is?’

‘It’s very creative.’

‘Cover me.’ Amy took out a pack of baby wipes.

‘That’s not going to work,’ Dan said.

‘You have a better idea?’

‘You’re making it worse, You’re just smudging it.’

‘Forget it, let’s just go.’

‘We have to follow the tour group.’

‘Dan, I am telling you. Let’s go.’

Amy dragged their daughter away. ‘Next year, can we please just take her to Disneyland.’

Dan backed away after them.

Chloe smiled as they broke into a run. Next year’s holiday was looking better.


 

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Copyright @any1mark66

Written as part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The challenge is to write a flash fiction story in around 150 – 175 words, based on the weekly photo prompt. Thanks as always to the challenge host Priceless Joy. For more information visit HERE.

To read other stories based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.

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33 thoughts on “CAVE ART

  1. Grear read today! 😀

    And ah all those times I regretted being overly obedient as a kid, and missing out on so many opportunities to leave a mark of my presence on ancient artefacts :”)

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