Here is this weeks photo prompt from Madison Woods.
All that was before Kaya was white. His eyes forced closed by the sun’s reflection made him go deeper into his mind. On the back wall of his thoughts childhood memories flicker like old film. He thought of summers and winters past, the warmth of the sun on his skin and the blinding light. There in the alleyway far from home the early morning vacation cocktails pressed hard against his tight waistband. Kaya leaned against the wall with one hand, pulled it out with the other and wrote his name on the white wall because he couldn’t find any snow.