Mandi Rose

The Roadmap

The dirt. It was always the dirt. The secrets kept in the soil, years of memories, heartbreak and anguish, storming heels and loafers whose energies of yesterday told a story that nobody else could hear but the earth itself. It was there where he found his mother's locket. Right there, where she used to take him to play in the golden summer afternoons, half-buried near the gnarled roots of what was once his favorite tree, now a twisted phantom of what seemed like a distant past.