Peeshie

It came, whispered from the dark, damp depths of the ancient rocky crevice; Mystical, mysterious and rather sly, the one word, meaningless and yet profound.

"Peeshie"

The utter magnitude of this seemingly simple message held them in awe for several lengthening moments before a deeply drawn breath was at last inhaled and the three pairs of excited and yet stunningly confused eyes looked at each other. Peeshie?

Breaking the silence was the sound of a well worn moccasin slowly grinding on rough sand as the moonlight glinted off thier furrowed brows below their warm woolen beanies while the men pondered this unusual word of unknown meaning. The three men, who for three years had followed the hints, the clues and finally the footsteps over countless desert dunes to the previously undiscovered canyon for that foreseen night, at that very hour; stood and turned to return to the green fields from whence they came. No treasure, no wisdom, no glory, no golden fleece but feeling empty and forlorn with only one word over which to wonder.

Slowly the figures became lost in the dust as the desert sands covered the earth once again to leave no trace of the mysterious canyon; no sound, no markings, no evidence of any such existence, leaving the sheepishly whispered word where it should always have remained, hidden, safe and in the past. Peeshie.