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The dried-up creek

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©Karen Rawson

It was an autumn morning without a cloud in the sky. It had been days since they had raised their gaze to so much blue. Today they were celebrating. It didn’t really matter what; there is always something to rejoice each day. So they decided to do something different. Life is only worth it if you take risks and believe you can succeed.

After what seemed like endless turns, they reached a forgotten stairwell that led to the remnants of a creek. It was muddy and dull.

This used to be a park. It was where I first saw you”.

 

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10 thoughts on “The dried-up creek

  1. Aw, what a sweet story. Even when the creek runs dry, love remains 🙂

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  2. That’s lovely. So they did have something to celebrate after all. I love their positive attitude.

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  3. Places may change, but never memories.

    My FriFic tale is called Solace!

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  4. The place of the first meeting tenderly recalled.

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  5. Sweetly romantic. Liked it very much.

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