The Daydream Diraries

Concrete Writing

"If we get arrested, it's your fault," my best friend whispered. It was early in the evening and my best friend, Dai and I were hiding behind a bush, staking out some construction workers.

"We won't get arrested. I'm sure writing something in wet cement isn't illegal, it just makes for an inconvenience," I whispered back. Since I was little, I was awed when a character in a movie wrote something in cement and it lasted there forever. Today, workers were repaving one of the walkways in the park, and I knew I had to take this opportunity.

"Do you have your piece ready?" Dai asked. I nodded. I had it written on a slip of paper in my pocket, checking numerous websites to make sure it was the correct spelling. It would have been embarrassing to write something permanent and find out there was a spelling error. We peeked back through the leaves and saw that most of the crew had left. Only one person was left, and at the moment he was sitting with his back to us.

"Now," I whispered to Dai. We crawled out from where we had been hiding, my knees scratching on the little stones in the grass. We reached the cement, and looked at the blank canvas. We both took our own square of sidewalk, careful not to make any noise that would alert the worker we were here. I began forming letters in the wet concrete. I could feel it drying so I quickened my pace. I just finished when I heard someone yelling at us to get away. The other workers who had left were coming back. They were yelling at us to stay where we were, but even without speaking, Dai and I ran. We didn't stop running until we were sitting in Dai's garage. We cleaned the dry concrete as best we could off our hands and went to her room. As soon as the door was closed we erupted in giggles.

"Did you get to finish?" I asked Dai.

"Yeah, although the last part may be hard to read," she confirmed.

"I just finished mine before they started yelling," I replied. We talked a little bit more until we got hungry. We grabbed a few yogurts from her fridge and turned on the TV. There on the local news was a picture of our concrete writing.

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