a second start in a brief life
fiction
edward w pritchard
"If I had the wings of an angel over these prison walls I would fly" [1] so originally said the Anasazi Indians one day in the thirteenth century as they left their home at Mesa Verde and the four corners region and disappeared, without fanfare or as far as we know without regret. They left some small valuable black pots, a few dried out mummies and one hand made pair of wooden crutches in the
small clusters of pit houses they once lived in . But they didn't fly they walked and disappeared into the future to become "the ancient ones" to the Navajo Indians who told stories about them sometimes calling them the"enemy ancestors".
No one knows why they left. Scientists speculate-no water, secret enemies, mass ennui.
Start walking and don't look back.
[1]copyrighted Vernon Dalhert 1924 {also sung by the Bowery Boys} in one of their movies.
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