The prompt was anonymous and we were allowed to interpret that however we liked. I found myself walking for a while, what does it mean to be anonymous, to not be seen, to never be known. Until I wandered upon the bike, representing the elementary school kid that had been killed in a car accident at this street.
This kid will forever be unknown, he will be anonymous, his story will never be told, what he will grow up to be will never happen. This kid had an opportunity, a chance to leave his mark on the world, and it was taken from him. They are silenced, They are unknown, They are anonymous.