{Writing Prompt} Sunday

I found it in a stall, mixed in with graffiti on the sign that read "Dirty Hands Spread Disease." It was written with a thick marker in a distinctive handwriting that could be a font in its own right. My fingers traced the curves of the letters, until two others entered the bathroom.

I almost left without washing my hands, so eager to write down the information at the table before it escaped me. But I knew I wouldn't forget. What I didn't know is how one little website, written on a bathroom wall, would change my life.