One person cut a scar, a vertical one, slashing straight down. Not on the skin where it’s visible, but inside, branded in the mind.
Others added additional scars, a horizontal line starting from the first, and another one below it following the same track—an F. Then, beside that, a vertical and a horizontal, the letter L.
So it went, for years, more letters forming, until the whole message emerged: FLY SOLO. STEER CLEAR OF SOCIETY, BE CAREFUL AROUND PEOPLE.
Should they ask why I do so, or criticize my solitude, I’ll point to the message and say: You wrote that.