The dried-up creek
©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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Aw, what a sweet story. Even when the creek runs dry, love remains 🙂
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That’s exactly it! Thank you for reading!
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That’s lovely. So they did have something to celebrate after all. I love their positive attitude.
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Yes, indeed! We all need something to remind us of all the good we have!
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Places may change, but never memories.
My FriFic tale is called Solace!
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So true! Thanks for reading!
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The place of the first meeting tenderly recalled.
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Oh yes! Thanks for reading!
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Sweetly romantic. Liked it very much.
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Thank you very much!
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