I wrote a story in junior high, or maybe high school, I forget which, in which a little girl named Frances goes to a summer camp, where she is lonely and ostrasized. She decides to go wandering and finds a wounded pegasus in the woods. Yes... very typical 13 year old girl style story. But, my co-worker, Daniel, just put a post-it on my desk, labeling my area as the "pegasus crossing." I'm not sure why. Then, I was reading an article about the plethora of plays dealing with overt religious themes, including one writer talking about how a counselor at his catholic summer camp sexually molested him. So, now my brain has latched onto this old story I wrote, and is seeing that it might bear re-examining. Especially because it has always been so amazingly vivid in my mind. The textures of the forest, smells and sounds. The chubby, mousey, very introverted little girl. And the pegasus, who always had a deep, kinda creepy voice in my head, is now definitely taking on a more sinister shape. Will I do anything with this, I don't know. But... I figured I might as well get this down somewhere.