Thanks to Ted Strutz for this week’s photo, which reminds me of the Zac Brown Band song “Toes”. I went a different way for my story, though. I welcome your comments as always.
The Creek
Allie lay down in the creek. The rushing water eased her muscles, washing away a week’s sweat and mud. The water stumbled on rocks and branches, but never relented in its quest for the ocean. Allie wished she had the same certainty of purpose, but Owen was gone, their children were gone … She had no one and nowhere to race toward.
She was soaked when she finally stood again – diverting just a little of the creek from its mad rush to the sea to travel a while with her.
“You’ll get there eventually,” she whispered. “And so will I.”
elmowrites 
water can do that for you. lovely
Thanks Neil
I could feel the cold water washing away her burden. Nicely done.
Such a horrible one to carry, but the walk, the water… maybe something will help her get there
Beautiful yet also a sad story – I could feel her sadness.
I’m glad. Can’t imagine being in her shoes… and I definitely don’t want to
I could feel this one. Good job.
Thank you!
Yes, you will.
As will we all, perhaps.
I truly enjoyed this piece.
I’m pleased. Thansk for stopping by
Did I get this? A flood washed away her home and family?
Not in my head, Christine, but if it works for you. I had her on a long walk to ‘find herself’ after a separate tragedy, hence the week of mud and sweat.
This is one of those stories that asks so many questions, Jenn. But, then yours usually do.
I hpe that’s a good thing, Ted. Either way, thanks for the unusual photo.
Interesting how the same water that took things good away took away bad things as well. Nice work, Jen.
Interesting that you and others saw it that way, wmq. I had the loss being a whole separate tragedy, but why not your way?
Dear Jen,
“…never relenting in its quest for the ocean.” That sums up your beautifully told story. Love it!
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle!
The stream as a symbol for hope – Lovely use of the image.
I’m gald you felt the hope in her despair, lindy.
Beautifully and lyrical. I felt her pain.
Thanks, Dog Lover!
A great read, the relaxing effect of the water reaches the reader and her positiveness at the end is very soporific.
Melancholic. Nicely done.
Thought provoking. In a way, I suppose we all end up there.
I love the message of perseverance. Good one, Jen.