Find the prompt on Rochelle’s site: https://rochellewisoff.com/2021/06/16/18-june-2021/
My focus had been on my feet, trying to maintain my footing despite the uneven ground or large roots protruding into the path. It wasn’t until I heard the snap of a branch that I looked up and saw the root cellar.
Slowly I approached and could hear the soft hum of a guitar. Was I hearing things? As soon as I walked around the side to the front of the building I saw him. It was a young boy, guitar in hand, rocking in an old wicker rocker, singing softly to himself, eyes closed, in his own little world.